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š[01/02] the creativity for good friday five
this weekās highlights on creativity for good

Happy 2026, everyone ā we made it!
2025 was an immensely difficult year. I donāt know anyone who wasnāt struggling in one way or another, and many of us were struggling in too many ways to count.
But weāre here. Weāre still here. And I am so proud of us
Youāll get a proper itās a new year, here we go newsletter next week, full of Creativity for Good prompts and (I hope) something of a road map for channeling our creative energy in the year to come. But for now, for today, for this moment: I am so very, very happy to be here with you.
We can make this year matter. We can put our creativity to work in ways that make a difference. If I believe in nothing else, I believe in that.

your friday five!
this weekās highlights on creating for good
āInflatables, rainbow crosswalks, flooding snitch lines ā creative action was off the charts in 2025ā (Rivera Sun for Waging Nonviolence)
Along with mass demonstrations and powerful boycotts, there were countless acts of creative protest that rekindled spirits, made us laugh out loud, and kept us rising up.
In nonviolent struggle, creativity is an enduring superpower ā and weāve seen it working powerfully for us in 2025. It broke through the stranglehold of fear. It helped us scrape past defeat by the seat of our pants. It tapped into the strategic potential of nonviolent struggle. It gave us a superpower at a time when power seems stacked against us. From Jan. 20 onward, unexpected, unusual and off-the-wall actions kept our movements nimble and courageous.
After a year of genuinely exhausting headlines, when it seemed like things were constantly getting worse for everyone (except billionaires) and finding ways to feel hopeful seemed impossible, Iām so incredibly grateful for pieces like this that remind us the many, many, many ways people found to fight back this past year.

Articles like this are a reminder of the real magic of creativity. An idea becomes an action, an action becomes an impact, an impact becomes a ripple effect, and that ripple effect inspires a thousand other ideas ā and then the process begins again.
Resistance requires imagination, and that makes it an inherently creative act. Once you start looking at it like that, it becomes clear that anyone can resist. Anyone can create. And nothing can stop that.
How did you take creative action this year? Consider: What you made, what you dreamed about, what actions you took, what conversations you had, what inspiration sparked your imagination. How were you part of the response to this collective moment? Where did you find community? What will you do next?
Prompt: Look back at your work from the past year. Go broad ā think beyond your completed projects. How were you part of something greater than yourself? Create about it.
āWhat Gave You Courage in 2025?ā (Kelly Hayes on BlueSky)
What gave you courage in 2025?
ā Puff the Magic Hater (@mskellymhayes.bsky.social)2025-12-27T06:32:08.887Z
Iām going to tell you something that I suggest only very, very rarely: Go read the comments. If it helps, hereās a snapshot:
My grandmotherās voice in my mind. Saying Not to hide my light under a basket.
ā Ruth M. šØš¦ (@ruthnotabot.bsky.social)2025-12-27T06:33:50.643Z
Joining others in protest, creating resources to help spread awareness, and seeing all the different ways people chose to resist.
ā Sailor Marj (@sailormarj.bsky.social)2025-12-27T13:12:34.856Z
Hope and the belief that we, together, have the power to turn this shit around and build a better world
ā Lena of Lune (@lena.realitywerks.com)2025-12-27T19:58:40.233Z
What I love about this post isnāt so much the post itself, or even the comments themselves (the quote posts are also great, if you have even more time) but the fact that in this clusterfuck of a moment, people took the time to respond. They added their voices and their experiences and their sources of strength, and what emerged was a collective resource of hope, resistance, and inspiration.
Because the things that give us strength donāt have to be huge. We just have to take the time to notice them.
What gave you strength this year? Where did you find inspiration, connection, community, hope? What did you witness that made you believe a better future could be possible? What did you do that made you feel like you feel like you were part of something transformative? How did it change you ā and how did you create change?
Prompt: Read through the comments on this post, and choose three responses that stand out to you. Consider what made you react to them. Did they spark something inside you? Did they resonate with your own experiences, or make you wish youād experienced something similar? Do they remind you of something you did for someone else? Create about it.
āWriter Resolution 2026: Wield the Weapon That Is Youā (Chuck Wendig on his blog, Terrible Minds)
Listen. I have made no secret of my immense hatred of AI. If AI has no haters, I am dead. We know this.
But while Chuckās piece here starts out talking about AI and the publishing industry and The General State Of The Terrible Vibes, it transitions into something much more important: The reason why human creativity will always triumph over generative AI and technocrats and publishers and capitalism.
And that reason is because every creator is unique, and is powerful in that uniqueness.
Everything that has ever mattered (in the human world, not the natural world, to be clear) comes from people. Individuals and communities. Not from machines, not from corporations, but from people and communities who not only have ideas but the wherewithal to pursue those ideas with effort, commitment, learning, and sheer teeth-gritting bloody-mindedness. I want you to feel that in your bones. I want you to feel the power you possess as a person in this world who tells stories.
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No AI can do what you do. No AI can be who you are. No trend needs to inform the work. You are the trend. You are your own genre. Fuck it all. None of that shit matters. Itās all something that someone else made up. Rip that shit out of your heart and your guts and your head and fingerpaint with the viscera on the page. Put you there. In the words. In between the words. Make choices. Wield yourself.
That is how we win.
Chuck is speaking to writers, but what heās saying applies to every type of creator, to everyone who channels their imagination in to action and magic and change. When we create, when we put in the work to create, weāre doing something that no machine can imitate, that no executive can control. Itās fighting back against a narrative that says your value is in the capital you create, the labor you provide for the powerful. Itās saying, I believe I can make something new. And that is unstoppable.
What is your weirdness? What makes your work, your perspective, your voice, unique? How have you wielded that uniqueness in this moment, and how do you plan to bring it to the forefront in the year to come?
Prompt: Consider the project, process, or action youāre most proud of from the past year. What made it special? Why are you proud of it? What are you inspired to do next? Create about it.
āSix poems to start the new yearā (Nicole Cardoza for Reimagined, formerly Anti-Racism Daily)
You didnāt think weād have the first Friday Five newsletter of a new year without at least some poetry, did you?
Cardoza is a brilliant writer, and this collection of poetry ā which includes offerings from Naomi Shihab Nye, Lucille Clifton, Kate Baer, June Jordan, Carrie Williams Clifford, and Bryan Obinna Joseph Okwesili ā spans the gauntlet of āpoems to start a new yearā themes, from reflection to inspiration to goal-setting to new-year wonder and everything in between. I donāt think I could capture them any better than Cardoza herself, but I will re-share one of her selections here, because itās stayed with me since I read it:
Look at it, cold and wet like a newborn
calf. I want to tell it everythingāhow we
struggled, how we tore out our hair and
thumbed through rusted nails just to
stand for its birth. I want to say: look how
far weāve come. Promise our resolutions.
But what does a baby care for oaths and
pledges? It only wants to live.
Hereās Cardozaās commentary:
[P]oet Kate Baer shares her simple and straightforward work directly on Instagram, which is how I came across āNew Year.ā She had posted it with the caption āmy New Yearās resolution is to stay alive,ā a refreshing take in the midst of people sharing their highlight reels and bold resolutions. Can we remember that staying alive is the real magic? Especially for those of us who have struggled with suicidality, or are fighting to stay healthy and sound? There is so much potential in a new year. It can feel overwhelming, all these possibilities. This poem reminds us that we can cherish the potentiality itself. Its value is not in how we wield it, only that itās here. That can be more than enough.
As someone who has been actively suicidal this year, who doesnāt expect that to change in 2026, I love this way of looking at the new year ā not as a vast stretch of looming time, but as something tiny, fresh, ready to be shaped into whatever we make it. Because this time is what we make it, what we make of it. Whether we make resolutions or take things one second, one step, one breath at a time.
Iām here. Youāre here. Weāre here, together. We can make so much magic with that.
How do you think of the turning of the years? Do you approach this time with anticipation? With anxiety? Is it a season of inspiration and possibility and potential, or of overwhelming uncertainty? Has that changed for you over time, or is it constant? What does that feel like? What does it make you want to create?
Prompt: Look back at this time last year. Who were you? What were you excited about? What were you dreading? What goals did you set for yourself? What felt inspiring? What about your past self inspires you now ā and who do you want to be in the year to come? Create about it.
The Three Potatoes Story (John Darnielle on BlueSky, collected on the Dubbatrubba blog)
So, show of hands: Whoās been listening to āThis Yearā by the Mountain Goats every year since (checks notes) 2005?
I genuinely love this song, and I love it even more because of the way the band talks about it. The lead singer, John Darnielle, has been putting out year-end threads for years, including this one posted on BlueSky on Wednesday night:



But Darnielle also put out another thread back in 2021, and I think about it all the time. Itās a story about potatoes. I couldnāt find alt text, so Iām transcribing below in its entirety:
so I was washing potatoes last night when I got excited
it was just one of those moments, you know. I was getting dinner together and I looked at the ingredients coming together on the counter
and I thought to myself, and said aloud, āHell yes, I have three potatoesā
but over and above my everyday state of excitement about the ten trillion small things that ease the path a little ā colors, shades, sounds, flavors, sensations, moods, fleeting thoughts, moments of transcendence when youāre very lucky ā
I had one of those moments of gratitude to have food. and not just the food but a counter to prep it on and a stove for cooking
but it wasnāt just the food and the kitchen and the comforts of home, either
it was me standing at the stove in a house where Iām safe. got here on my own two feet. had a lot of help. plenty of points where I wouldnāt have bet on the outcome. now I have three potatoes, you know?
hereās the thing
some of you reading this are in houses where youāre not safe all the time, and I know it
some of you are day-to-day with any of a thousand different troubles and on any day you feel like you might buckle
maybe youāve felt like that a lot of times over the past couple years. A lot of people have. some people have felt that way whoād had some preparation, and some people have found themselves navigating scary, unfamiliar straits
but if youāre reading this right now you managed to make it work. maybe it doesnāt feel like it worked all that well, maybe you feel like youāre coasting across the goal line with no fuel at all left in the tank,
but here you are
here you are.
having found some way to nourish yourself through it.
look at the calendar, look at the clock. you sustained yourself through this. maybe you got sick, maybe it was real bad. maybe some things got better and maybe they got worse. but give yourself the gift of a long look in the mirror
look at the person hard, uncertain times, in days of sickness everywhere, will see another year
thatās the person who will do it again, and to that person, over and over, I say, loud enough for the neighbors to hear,
Hell yes, hell yes, hell yes, hell yes, hell yes
Putting aside the fact that potatoes are Godās Perfect Food and any moment of remembering that we have potatoes should be celebrated, the point Darnielle is making is that these flashes of amazement, of hell yes, I have three potatoes or hell yes, I have a delicious cup of coffee or hell yes, it smells like rain or hell yes, the tulips are coming up again or hell yes, my dog gives the best snuggles on the planet, are worth not just noticing, but treasuring. These are the moments that remind us why weāre here. Why all of this ā the fear, the pain, the frustration, the struggles, the action, the fighting back ā is worth it.
Because there are potatoes. There is coffee. There is rain. There are flowers and dogs and snow days and laughter and embraces and tenderness and delights. Hell yes. Hell yes. Hell yes.
What are your potatoes? By which I mean: What are the things in your life that, when you notice them, strike you with amazement, with wonder, with delight and pride and gratitude? What are the things that give you those hell yes moments, that donāt just make you stop and take notice but ground you, bringing you away from the Big Picture to focus instead on the small, wondrous world around us?
Prompt: When was the last time you had one of those Noticing moments? What inspired it? How did it feel? What did you do with that feeling? Create about it.
Happy 2026, my dearest ones. Weāre gonna make it through this year. I promise.
See you next week!
šShelly