In between notes
Miles Davis said it:
"It's not the notes you play. It's the notes you don't play."
In music, the space matters as much as the sound. The same is true for teams.
We remember the dramatic moments.
The crisis that brought everyone together. The celebration after the big win. The difficult conversation that cleared the air.
Those feel like the moments that build teams. The peaks and valleys. The notes that ring out.
But those aren't where teams are built. They're where teams are revealed.
Teams are built on the Thursday afternoon when nothing happened.
No crisis. No celebration. No drama.
Just someone asking how your day was and actually listening to the answer.
A Slack message that didn't need to be sent, but was:
"Saw this and thought of you."
The meeting that ended early because the work was done and nobody felt the need to perform productivity for another half hour.
The moment someone admitted they were stuck and three people quietly showed up to help.
These moments feel unimportant.
They're not the story you tell when someone asks what makes your team work.
But they're the foundation everything else stands on.
The teams that weather storms together aren't built in the storm.
They're built in the calm.
In all those unremarkable moments when nothing urgent was happening, but people chose to show up for each other anyway.
Trust doesn't accumulate in crisis.
It accumulates in the ordinary.
I've seen teams that only came together for the dramatic moments.
They'd rally for the deadline. Pull together in the emergency. Celebrate the win.
But in between?
Silence. Distance. Everyone back to their silos.
So when the next crisis arrived, they had to rebuild from scratch every time.
No foundation.
Just the faint memory of the last time they managed to pull it off.
The teams that last are different.
They're built on ten thousand small moments no one remembers individually.
The accumulated weight of showing up when it didn't matter.
That's what catches you when you fall. The shoulders you stand on to reach higher.
And the more I notice this pattern, the more it shows up everywhere.
Teams. Relationships. Life.
The rest is a note too.
Most of life isn't made of milestones.
It's made of the quiet rituals that hold everything together.
Feeding the fish and the other animals.
Washing the dishes.
Folding the laundry.
The small maintenance work of a shared life.
Nothing dramatic is happening.
But something is being built in the space between.
Sometimes it's sitting on the couch playing Goat Simulator 3 with my middle grandson.
There's nothing profound happening.
No life lesson being delivered.
Just chaos, laughter, and the occasional flying goat.
Which turns out to be serious work after all.
Because those moments build something.
Connection.
Familiarity.
The quiet understanding that we enjoy being in the same room together.
I spend a lot of time with all my grandchildren.
Which means a lot of my most important work looks suspiciously like doing nothing important at all.
Sitting on the floor.
Answering questions about space.
Playing ridiculous video games.
Showing up tomorrow to do it all over again.
None of these moments look important.
They're not milestones.
They won't show up in a highlight reel.
But they're the space between the notes.
And without that space, the music doesn't work.
The dramatic moments are still important.
The turning points.
The hard conversations.
The victories you celebrate together.
But those moments only work because of everything that came before them.
All the ordinary days that built the trust to survive the extraordinary ones.
You can't manufacture this.
But you can notice the unremarkable Thursday.
The small gesture no one will remember.
The conversation that goes nowhere important.
The dishes.
The fish.
The ridiculous video game with a flying goat.
This is where trust lives.
Not in the crisis.
In the calm.
The foundation isn't built in the moments that feel important.
It's built in the moments that feel like nothing at all.
And when the storm comes —
that's what holds.
Silvaris. Strength in quiet. Quiet as revolution.