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What this letter is about:
In this email, you’ll receive:
- A story of an unexpected airport encounter that became a turning point.
- A personal reflection on what it means to begin again, without rushing.
- A first glimpse into the creation of Thrive Abroad Society — and how this letter became its quiet beginning.
This first letter is written just after takeoff — a reflection sparked by an unexpected airport encounter that became the emotional turning point for completing the Thrive Abroad Society. It’s a story about presence, reinvention, and what it means to begin again while holding all the versions of yourself. This trace is an offering for anyone standing at a threshold — personal, professional, or unspoken.
-Traciana
Chapter 1: The Encounter
I was boarding a flight to France to record a project I’d been working on for months. After a long day tying up loose ends in the city, I’d finally arrived at JFK — that rare quiet hum after the traffic, when the stillness finally catches up to you.
That’s when I noticed her.
She stood a few spots ahead in line, loose linen scarf around her shoulders, a canvas tote resting at her side. There was something in her posture that still carried Nantucket. Not the tourist version, but the quiet that lingers after you’ve stepped away from the noise. We exchanged a few words. She had recently left her consulting firm and was flying to Paris to spend a few days grounding herself, revisiting places that brought her back to center. Then she’d take the train to Barcelona, where she’d be spending a few months giving herself space to listen more closely to what’s next.
We talked during a boarding delay, standing near the windows as morning light shifted across the terminal floor. Two women, different chapters — both choosing to pause with intention. What stayed with me wasn’t just her story. It was her presence. She was moving toward something without needing to define it. No performance. No rush. Just a clear decision to make room for a deeper kind of clarity.
Chapter 2: My Reflection in Her Pause
That moment stayed with me long after takeoff.
I thought about all the versions of myself who had boarded flights before this one — the younger woman navigating countries, contracts, language shifts, and reinvention after reinvention. I thought about how rarely we give ourselves permission to move with tenderness when we are not starting over, but evolving.
I didn’t know it back then, but conversations like this — the ones that happen in between — were quietly shaping something I hadn’t named yet. Years later, those moments became the seed for something deeper: a space I didn’t know I was building, but deeply needed.
Chapter 3: The Threshold
Because as I’ve been reflecting on that unexpected encounter — and all the quiet clarity it stirred — I realized it was time.
That moment at the gate helped me finally finish something I’ve been carrying in pieces for the past several months: the Thrive Abroad Society.It wasn’t born from a launch plan. It was born from a longing to create something that could hold us while we realigned, wherever we were in the world or in life.
It’s not about travel tips or relocation checklists. It’s about community, perspective, and the courage it takes to meet yourself again in unfamiliar places — especially when the map is internal. It’s more than a concept now. It’s real. It exists. And this letter you’re reading is the first trace of that becoming. So if you’re in a season of shifting, softening, or simply listening more deeply, I hope this letter meets you where you are.
This, too, is a beginning.
You’re not behind. You’re just entering something new.
With love and movement,
Traciana
Founder, Thrive Abroad Society & Happiness 360
Global Alignment Strategist | Vocalist | Transformational Guide
🔗 Traciana.com
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