Letters to Viv: Mark the Moment
Why it matters to stop and witness the moments that change you before you move forward.
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,
Lake Ontario is still today, the kind of still that makes you pay attention.
I'm sitting here with a matcha in hand, taking it all in.
The papers are signed. The house is sold. Everything I own is in storage.
The year behind me has been hard, messy, and full of endings.
And yet here I am, in the quiet, feeling the weight of a moment that matters.
Friends have been sending messages all morning, little memories, words of love, encouragement for what's next. It feels like a steady hand on my back.
The water is calm, with only the lightest ripple. My chest feels the same.
In a few hours, I'll be on a plane with no fixed plan for what's ahead.
And yet I'm not in a rush to get there.
I want to remember this; the still point between the life I've lived and the one I'm about to build. The pause before the leap.
We don't always stop long enough to see these moments for what they are.
We leap, we run, we plan. We miss the chance to stand in the center of ourselves before the next beginning.
So I'm sitting here. Not reaching for the future. Not pulling at the past.
Just here. Watching the light glitter on the water. Letting myself feel how far I've come.
I pulled cards this morning. The Nine of Pentacles was last, the woman who has done the work, weathered the storms, and stands in her own abundance. I'm holding her in my mind as I watch the water.
Viv, I hope you take these pauses too. The ones where you let yourself witness the moment you're in before it turns into memory. The ones where you see yourself, fully, before you take the next step.
xo,
Tanya
Beautiful!