Night Owl #Amilikey

 Hey Beautiful Bloggers!!! So today we are broadening our horizons and continue to share my lifetime with all those who give a care. I titled this blog post Night Owl because as I am now working the graveyard shift from 05:45pm till 06;15am. Honestly, I have always loved being up at night most of my life, because it’s a more peaceful and relaxing atmosphere in general. I find there is no need to worry about anything in terms of bad weather or traffic. In the evening time there is less activity and that is always good news.  

I literally found a new way to blog while making good use of my time. I was also born at nighttime, so that gives me more credibility to be a night owl and I think it’s awesome to enjoy the night sky view with the twinkling stars and beaming satellites. Major Lol. As a reactivated night owl – I am surprised my body has acclimated so well because I don’t feel sleepy at all throughout my entire shift. I also eat well usually around 2ammy “lunch” break and my stomach doesn’t get uneasy about it either. Overall, I have been enjoying this new schedule, because it has opened another opportunity to be able to have a lot more free time. Running has become my new hobby/favorite form of exercise and when I used to work like a dog Monday through Friday for over 8 hours per day – it was impossible to squeeze in a run during the week. On Wednesday of last week, I had a viable day opened to running, but I ended up walking for over 2 miles consecutively and diverted to doing an errand. I can stay up late at night to finish watching a good movie without worrying about getting up early the next day. I also have more time to journal with more tranquility. Another perk is having more quiet time to read, because I can’t really focus on reading if there is outside noise. In full disclosure, I also have more time to pray and study the Word of God without being interrupted or distracted.  

Moreover, whenever I have multiple days off – I can adjust my bedtime and get up earlier to do whatever is that I need to get done that day. Thanks to my new schedule I now have multiple days off in a row which grants me access to schedule medical appointments during the workweek and it helps for future possible vacations or fun trips. The most exciting perk about working night shifts in my position is the opportunity to go back to school and have amble time to study/do homework. Which technically could then be called “workwork” because I would be doing my homework at work, hence the “workwork” reference. Major Lol. I feel like this opportunity lined up better than expected and I will take advantage of it as much as I can for sure for sure. I am constantly asking the RNs questions about things I am obviously oblivious to so that I can be better informed and gain more knowledge. My eyes are constantly paying attention to every little detail as well – I am an observant kind of gal.  

Overall, becoming a night owl has not been hard and I have gained so many wonderful perks that it really has been a blessing. I will cherish this season for as long as it lasts, because I know eventually when I do become a wife and a mother it probably won’t be as convenient to stay as a night owl. As always, I appreciate the support for reading my humble blog and sharing this journey alongside me called Life!!!! Remember that you are not a mistake made by your parents because God does not make mistakes. You are here for a purpose and a plan, so step aside of your ego and own agenda and open your heart to Jesus so he can set you up on the right path to fulfill that purpose. Don’t hesitate to like and share and leave a comment because feedback is welcomed, and it makes me happy to engage with my micro audience.   

 

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo,  

 

Love Ana 😉  

 

 

     

Sleepovers #Amilikey

Greetings Beautiful Bloggers!!!! I know you’ll miss me when I’m not here sharing my amazing stories. I’ve tried to cover topics that will be light hearted and fun to read to over and over again. So here is to my sleepovers from my childhood— mainly. I always wanted to attend sleepovers when I was young, but my parents particularly my mom wouldn’t allow me to stay over anyone’s home even during the day let alone at night. I had this one friend who I called my best female friend and she was allowed to sleepover my house once a month. My mom was always worried when my friend would come over to make sure we were stocked with groceries. This was her main reasoning behind once a month policy visit for a sleepover. 

My female best friend at that time was only 9 and I was 14; however, she had the maturity of a 16 year old — so that’s why we vibed so well. She was like my little sister and I would tell her everything that was going on in my life. Every time she came over for the weekend it was so much fun. She would come over after the Friday night service and stay with me until we went back to church on Sunday morning. We always made the best hot pancakes on Saturday morning for breakfast. We stayed up late on Friday night watching TV and just talking up a storm about our lives. Sometimes on Saturday evenings we would go to Pasco county to this one shopping plaza where they had a nice thrift store, Chinese takeout and a big Walmart. It was the perfect combo to stroll all at once. 

As the years passed by, unfortunately we grew apart and we just didn’t see eye to eye anymore. It was really hard, to loose someone I cared so much about and spend time with all the time. I visited her once at the hospital when she had her second daughter, because I was going to school nearby and I stopped by unannounced. I know that was crazy of me, but luckily she let me come in and see her. It’s been a long minute since that day and I wish things were different, but hopefully in due season we can rekindle our friendship or sisterhood. 

I had a few nights as an adult where I stayed at a friends house, but I don’t think I’d call that a sleepover. I mean I feel like a sleepover is mainly to reference a kid staying over his friends house. I informed my mom after the fact where I would be spending the night and I know she hated me for it. I obviously knew from like early in the afternoon I wasn’t coming home that night, but I literally waited purposefully till my approximate curfew to inform her I was staying at my friends. Looking back on it, I was irresponsible for doing that and lying to her about the reasoning. Now it’s all in the past and I’m glad I’m not lying about my whereabouts because it’s not cool to lie to the mother that has sacrificed so much to love and care for me. 

As always thanks for reading this humble blog and remember you’re not a mistake because God does not make mistakes. Keep moving forward in life with whatever you’re dealing with — it might seem impossible to overcome but believe God is the Almighty God who can deliver you out of whatever situation you’re in. Best hugs and kisses !!!!! 

-Ana ;) 

Monkey Bars #amilikey

 

Greetings Bloggers, I know I have been away for some time now. I am still not being consistent in my time frame for blogging. I have set a weekly goal, but at times I do loose the inspiration to blog. I feel like I am not reaching the audience I wish I could reach within the right time frame. I also feel like since no one ever participates with liking, sharing, or commenting-- that it feels always in vain (like a waste of time). However, I have felt this before and I am still here so there you have it. I won't give up and my message might only reach one person, but maybe it is that one person who needs to hear this message. 

    Anyways, I wanted to share a heart-good felt story about my childhood, because honestly sometimes I feel like my childhood was so much better than my adult life period. I miss living in a house versus a small apartment. I miss being taken by nice car (my father was a mechanic so he could afford having new cars) as my main means of transportation versus having to walk and use public takes-for-ever transit. I miss having actual friends I could play with without feeling left out because I wasn't missing a status quo life style. Obviously, I don't want adult friends to play with but hangout for non-alcohol drinks get-togethers. So, every time I think of my childhood it makes me feel really good to remember those fun memories. 

    I have always been an active person in general. My mother can attest to this fact from a baby who would do a lot of shenanigans. I like being physically active, because it is fun and I like having fun. Back in elementary school, I couldn't wait for recess every day to get to play on the playground. I attended after school care at the school's playground. I was obsessed with going across the monkey bars like I was at the Olympics. Obviously, the gymnast only have two bars, one high and one low. The monkey bars at our playground had about ten bars going straight across, and then there was another set that had about the same amount but curved to the opposite side. I felt like I could do so many tricks on there I never got tired of getting on them every day for like more than 50% of time I was at after school care. My addicting habit despite how good I was, led to a terrifying hand bacteria infection that put me out of school for a whole week. I washed my hands when I went to the bathroom, but never did I think the excessive exposure to the monkey bars for days on end could lead to me catching a bacteria on my hand. For some odd reason, it was only my left hand (if I recall correctly) that swell up and started peeling non-stop with blisters. 

    I had to soak my hand in salt warm buckets of water with lime drops to kill off the infection every day. I also had to apply the famous Neosporin creme to help it heal up and ease the pain/itching sensation I also had. After a whole week of resting from the monkey bars and having sanitation to the max-- my hand came back to normal. I don't remember how long I waited before going back on the money bars, but I definitely wanted to get back on them soon enough. I tried getting on the monkey bars as an adult and boy if I got past two it was a real struggle. I was amazing on how much I sucked, because I used to be a champion at them. When I realized it was my weight that made it so much harder to propel myself from one bar to the next-- it was a shocking wake up call I needed to get healthier. I just couldn't believe I had lost all my momentum I once had as a kid. Also, made me realize I didn't eat enough as a kid and I was probably a bit too skinny. Either way I would like to get better at doing the monkey bars for sure. When I was at Planet fitness, I was able to finish their short monkey bars obstacle with the help of a pair of training sport gloves and a whole lot of practice and rushing through too. 

    Alright, I am in a bit of a hurry now because I got to get ready for work now, I just felt guilty for now posting a blog this weekend so I thought I do a quick one. Major Lol. Alright, you know the deal: You are not a mistake because God does not make mistakes!!! Allow God to enter your life and make of it a masterpiece. 

Love, 

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo, 

Ana :)