I have given this a lot of thought over the years I've seen people post this.
I have to disagree.
Sure, on a technicality we aren't free simply because we have laws to follow. But do we have to follow them? Nope we sure don't. We choose to follow them or not.
Same with social norms and rules. One is choosing to follow or not.
It has become somewhat apparent that those who believe freedom is an illusion are stuck in their own prison. Thinking they have no choice.
Choices between what might be considered a negative and another negative is still a choice!
I can say
there is freedom in thinking for oneself.
There is freedom in not giving a shit about others thinks
There is freedom in following one's own moral code
There is freedom in being authentic.
There is freedom in facing one's fears and doing it anyway.
There is freedom in listening to our own soul!!!!
Sure there might be consequences but they are worth it imo. Just because freedom comes at a price doesn't make it an illusion!
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. 🏍️✨
