Letters to Viv: Living Between Meaning and Weight
Learning to trust a life while the ground is still forming
Letters to Viv
Open, soul-packed letters to the kind of human I write for: the curious, creative, exhausted by the hustle, and craving something more. I’m writing to you (and me).
Dear Viv,
I know this place you’re in.
You have meaning; you can feel that. You know you didn’t fall apart. You know you changed shape and kept going.
And still, nothing feels grounded.
That’s the part people don’t talk about much. Meaning on its own isn’t enough. Humans need weight too. We need something to press back. Something that says, yes, this is holding you.
Right now, your life has meaning.
It just doesn’t have weight yet.
So you float a bit. You wake up and do the day. You trust yourself (or at least try to). You don’t regret the choices you’ve made. And underneath that, there’s this quiet ache for something solid. A rhythm. A place to stand.
Trust, here, isn’t some big spiritual idea. It’s much smaller than that. It’s getting up and staying inside your own life even when it feels light in your hands. It’s letting the days be unfinished. It’s resisting the urge to rush the next thing into place.
You didn’t collapse, you transmuted.
That mattered.
Now you’re in the stretch where the meaning is clear, and the weight hasn’t arrived yet. That stretch asks for presence. For patience. For staying in it without knowing how long it will last.
Weight comes from staying. From choosing a direction and walking it long enough to thicken. From letting the ground form under your feet instead of searching for it ahead of you.
That’s where you are.
That’s where I am too.
I’m in this with you. I’m figuring it out as I go. Some days feel steady. Some days feel thin. I’m learning how to trust a life that’s still taking shape.
We don’t need to solve it.
We just need to stay.
XO
Tanya
perfectly expressed just how I am feeling; thanks, so glad I am not alone. :-)