The March note: What do you see when you look?
Hey hi hello,
I hope February was good to you! That blew right past, wowee.
I talk a little too much about doing as much as you can, I hope and pray that the idea of NOT pushing too far past your personal threshold is at least captured in these shpiels. You know yourself best, so of course you set your own limits. Don’t let people even insinuate that they might know better about you (unless they’re a doctor with evidence– but yeah, lets not take this out of context). With that said, I'm going to move on to something I’ve likely spoken about in the past. Small moments.
Be in, capture, appreciate the small moments, as they are what compose a ‘life’. You can do these things with big moments like overseas trips, or career changes as well, and we often do, but it’s so so so important to think of the simple Saturday mornings spent hanging washing with your loved one, or the Tuesdays you come home… to a place you can indeed call home. Maybe I'm getting a little too sentimental, but I think life is so precious– it deserves for us to slow down and take it all in.
I think part of why these moments matter so much is because they ask nothing of us. There’s no goal, no productivity badge, no outcome to optimise. You’re just there. Breathing. Existing. And sometimes, when we finally let ourselves be instead of do, everything we’ve been carrying quietly catches up.
That’s when I find myself pausing. And sometimes crying. Not because I’m sad — but because I’ve noticed. Because I’ve realised I’m safe. Because I’m grateful in a way that feels too big to keep inside my chest.
These moments don’t announce themselves. They look ordinary. They feel fleeting. But they’re the ones that stitch a life together — the in-betweens, the routines, the quiet Tuesdays that don’t make it into highlight reels.
You don’t have to capture them perfectly. You don’t even have to understand them. Just noticing is enough. Letting yourself linger for a second longer is enough.
Life doesn’t always need to be seized. Sometimes it just needs to be held.
Yours truly,
Isabella Rossi
