What if instead of spending so much time and energy on keeping up with what the Kardashians are doing, celebrity divorces and scandals, what the king and queen are doing or their offspring, celebrity deaths........
and took that same energy
To have compassion and tolerance for our neighbors and strangers we deal with when out and about.
Spent energy to try to see that maybe that asshole at the grocery store is going thru some shit. Maybe just lost a spouse, parent, sibling or child, maybe just got fired or is just having a hell of a bad day and using our energy to say something nice......
What if we quit spending so much energy on such celebrities like we have since the dawn of time...
So we'd have energy to be kind.
What a world that might create.
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
