I’m sitting at my favourite cafe. There’s soothing tunes playing, loads of wood furniture, white walls, and just enough noise and people around to keep me awake enough after my hospital shift.
In this whirlwind of my first ‘9-5’ job that’s more like 7.45 to 15.45, it’s been a challenge to keep to not only my practices but also sharing on here/on my podcast.
I’ve been contemplating whether to get back to podcasting or to give writing here in long format a try…
Podcasts are such gifts, the perfect way to spice up a morning commute or to get instant inspiration while cooking. They’re an easy go to to accompany any other task that needs to be done but doesn’t need our focus as much. But in this era of information overload sometimes I wonder, doesn’t listening to these streams of thoughts steal those the very magical moments of our mundane lives?
As life’s been expanding me beyond any previous measures - I’ve been working at the Internal department as a GP resident, with a couple of patients assigned to me personally (which seemed completely impossible for me just 4 months ago) - simple mundane moments, like biking, doing the dishes or cleaning have been grounding me, nourishing me, keeping me sane.
These little moments that I like to refer to as stolen moments, like watching the tiny bubbles of my matcha pop, the dancing of the steam my tea gives off, a candle flickering… It feels like those moments invite us to romanticise life, and putting them into words materialises them and even allows them to be shared.
There’s a certain magic in the stillness of the written word, both writing and reading them. They call us to the present moment and also invite us to use our own imagination. Books can completely capture our attention, even for days. Certain Instagram posts can make us ponder. Substacks and blog posts can give us an insight into the minds of people - not in the fluffy way that IG does or not as extensively as a book would, but in a messy, mundane and very human way.
Ever since Substacks have been a thing, I’ve been eagerly waiting for any of the people I read here to post a new story. Once I would see that a new one is up, I would keep it on unread until when I got to my desk, with a yummy drink and let myself be sucked in by their words.
Writing them, when I let myself go personal, sucks me in, makes me integrate and digest my thoughts before I can put them into words. It also obliges me to make myself a cup of something yummy, light a candle, put some music on.
Substack makes me both savour these mundane, stolen moments and also makes me write about them.
Here’s a list of my favourite writers on here:
The Deep Rest Salon by Emmie
Sunseed - Streams of Consciousness by Alyssa
T’s List by Treska
What Moved Me by Amanda
Yearling by Milk & Seed by Sophie
Brainfood Laura által :)
I hope these writings bring you as much joy as they have brought me.
I’m also dedicating myself to share more on here + I’m lowering my subscription rate, so if you haven’t subscribed yet but feel the pull to follow along, join me for the ride.
Have a beautiful day, filled with many stolen moments! ;)
Love,
Zsófi