Confidence. How does one attain it?
I can't speak for everyone, but for me confidence came from doing scary ass shit and surviving. The more scary shit I did, the more confident I became.
The other way was going thru some shit. Shit that is meant to break you, push you down, make you lose all hope...shit that you wonder how you'll ever get out... going thru that and surviving gave me confidence.
It taught me im a survivor, it taught me I can and will get back up, taught me I am capable.
So don't be afraid to do shit that's scary and when you're in that dark place and come out the other side... stand up tall and remember that you're stronger than you think and more capable than you think!
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.
