Living in the states, I have to say that the majority of our limitations come from within not from outside sources.
Our limitations stem from fears.
Fear of what other people think
Fear of inadequacy
Fear of failure
Fear of success
Fear of making mistakes
Fear of pain
Fear of disappointment
Fear of becoming someone you don't like
Fear of not being taken seriously
Fear of being raped
Fear of being murdered
Fear of being robbed
Fear of........
We are a society of worry and fear!
When we let those fears rule our life and become a preoccupation of the mind, that's when the real prison is built. That's the real oppression and we do it to ourselves.
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.
I know I've been ghost on here... honestly not a fan of the pay to play model and you probably haven't missed much. But I'm breaking my silence for something worth it.
I entered The People's Artist Competition..
It's a legit competition supporting The Art of Elysium, a nonprofit that brings art programs to communities that need it most.
You can vote for me once a day for free, you just have to register first. No purchase necessary, no credit card, just a quick signup.
If you want to see what I've been creating and throw me a vote I would genuinely appreciate it. A share would mean a lot too.
Not going to spam you about it but I did want you to know it exists.
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.
