Letters from Sunday Morning
One letter every Sunday about how founders lead, decide, and sometimes get in their own way. Something worth noticing. Usually something worth trying.
“Victor's Sunday Morning letters overflow with courage and the love.”
Robbie Swale — Executive Coach, Author— The Power to Choose
Four questions keep showing up in what I write. Every letter answers at least one of them.
The Toll
What success quietly asks us to pay.
The Origin
What home taught us that no boardroom could.
The Autopilot
What we keep doing after it stops serving us.
The Inheritance
What we were given, and what we pass on.
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Revolver
Hey, it's Sunday Morning.
I knew people were speaking because their lips were moving. But only one word kept coming to mind: Kemosabe.
I was working on a credit card communication project, and the client kept using the word "Revolver."
In finance, a Revolver is a customer who carries a monthly ba...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 02, 2026
the autopilot
Ooooh!
Hey, it's Sunday Morning.
The lobby felt like a cathedral. Marble floors, high ceilings, glass walls. You could hear the clank-clank of your steps. It held the white noise of an episode in Black Mirror. The kind of space that makes you check your posture before you sit down.
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David and I walked ...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 02, 2026
the autopilot
The Devil Is in the Label
Hey, it's Sunday Morning,
My dad took my brother and me out for dinner when I was five or six. The food came: sancocho, the Dominican stew capable of fixing almost anything, with a side of plain white rice.
A red bottle sat on the table.
To my six-year-old eyes, it looked like ketchup. I didn’t r...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 02, 2026
the autopilot
The Language of the Body
Fourteen degrees.
That’s the curve in my spine.
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Small enough that you wouldn’t notice it from across a room, significant enough that my body has been adjusting to it for as long as I can remember.
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My wallet is thin because a standard one presses against my lower back when I sit. My running s...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 02, 2026
the autopilot
What Followed Her In
Hey, it's Sunday Morning,
My mother worked at a candy factory a few blocks from school. She would take her lunch break and simply appear in the courtyard. No shade, only the brutal Caribbean sun, anyone walking in seemed to levitate in the brightness. She'd go straight to the principal's office.
...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 01, 2026
the autopilot
Peace Is the Present
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You’ve got coffee. I’ve got a question.
Are you happy?
Really. How do you know?
What comes to mind when you think about happiness? Most of us imagine it as a destination:
When the job gets better,
When the house is finally clean,
When the kids are healthy again,
When the weight comes off,
Whe...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 01, 2026
the autopilot
Longing for Butterflies
Hey, it's Sunday Morning.
I grew up without seasons.
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I only knew how the body felt: hot most times, wet for a month until Mother's Day, cool and sweet at the end of the year. I didn't know spring by name, only by what it brought: butterflies. Tiny ones, big ones. White ones and little yellow o...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 01, 2026
the autopilot
Not Every Beep Is Meant for You
Hello, it's Sunday Morning,
Over the course of my career, I’ve spent several stints working in India—weeks at a time, across big cities, small villages, and everything in between. And while the color, contrast, and human warmth are unforgettable, what has stuck with me most is the sound.
Not jus...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 01, 2026
the autopilot
The bouncer in your head
You know him. He knows your name—but he’s kinda dumb.
Let's begin.
Back in the days when I used to go clubbing, I had these two effortlessly stylish friends—let’s call them Jane and Carl. They always managed to skip the line. No ID check, no waiting, no hassle. They just walked up, smiled, said a...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 01, 2026
the autopilot
I Think We're Going to Need a Bigger Box
I went to the DMV last week.
It was surprisingly calm, efficient, even digital—everything we’ve been promised about modern systems. They showed their practiced smiles from behind the bulletproof glass and told me I had brought the wrong kind of identification. And I had to come back twice. Not be...
by Victor Rivera —
Sep 01, 2026
the autopilot
The edges with clip
Hey, it's Sunday Morning.
There’s this weird thing we all have in common.
From the start, we’re given a complete script: Here’s how to behave. Here's what to wear. This is success. This is happiness. Here’s the right way to feel about it all.
And… fine. We try.
We learn how to trim ourselves down...
by Victor Rivera —
Aug 30, 2026
the autopilot
The silent cost of looking strong.
Why holding it all together might be the very thing holding you back.
Hello again, it's Sunday Morning.
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“Big boys don’t cry.”
“Kick some ass.”
“Ooh, you're so sensitive.”
For a certain generation, beyond jabs, these were instructions. A survival manual passed down from father to son, coach ...
by Victor Rivera —
Aug 30, 2026
the autopilot
