This week at the lighthouse, we’re talking about art that survives your dislike of it . I’ve been thinking about time and how it can feel both blisteringly fast and painfully slow, about getting almost there and learning that proximity still counts.

There’s a poem I wrote, No More Doom n Gloom , and a comic that followed, a little personal rebellion against cynicism. Between reading hard things in the bath and watching Sleepless in Seattle after, I’m trying to build a sustainable practice of feeling deeply without burning out.

If you’ve been hovering at the edge of your own creative fog, consider this a soft nudge to keep going. To keep making, even when it’s messy. To keep hoping, even when it hurts.

Here's to building resilience