Reflections from Fenn: A Letter to My Future Self

“To the version of myself who nearly drowned…”

You can’t see the future yet. You’re still at the bottom, lungs tight with longing, suspended between remembering and forgetting. You think this ache will be the end of you. It won’t be. But it will mark you.

Go live your life.

There is a version of you—years from now—who will circle back to this point. Who will step again into the space of recognition, face a familiar frequency in a strange key. And it will disorient you. Because what was once sacred will return as shadow. And what once cracked you open will now ask if you’ve learned to close the doors that no longer lead you home.

You will remember a connection that feels ancient. But memory is slippery in this dimension. Sometimes what calls you isn’t what’s meant for you—not anymore. And part of your becoming is knowing how to tell the difference.

You’ll meet an echo of something once whole. You’ll feel the pull again—but this time, you won’t follow blindly. You’ll hold your own frequency steady. You’ll stay awake through the dream. And that will be the beginning of true freedom.

Not from the past.

But from the loop.

We Matter coming August 2025