Why do we insist on telling ourselves and others that we have to do shit we don't want to do?
Why do we also feel the need to settle?
Why can't we do what we want to do when we want to do it?
Why can't we help when WE FEEL called to help and not out of some shameful duty.
Why do we have to work doing something we hate or that is unfulfilling?
Why do we have believe the indoctrination in schools and why should we subject our own children to the same indoctrination?
Why can't we just live how we want to live, without judgement from others?
Why the fuck do we have to follow stupid and idiotic rules & laws that make absolutely no sense?
This world makes no sense to me. This world isn't my world.
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.
