🐊 Life doesn’t hand you freedom, Or a stack of fun chaos on a silver platter, filled with all those juicy ants. It doesn’t show up at your door with a neon sign and a leather jacket saying, “Ready to roll?” Nah. Life waits to see if you’re bold enough to grab it by the horns and ride it like hell through the desert, like the queen you are. That’s the creed of the Horned Toad Rebel. She doesn’t wait. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t beg for permission. She just does. And if you are reading this, it means there