It’s funny how we admire old tools for their scars and years of use, seeing beauty in their resilience. But when it comes to our own daily battles, we often just feel worn down instead of proud. I spend my days piecing together clues and dealing with the grind of detective work, and I’ve always been drawn to traditional remedies for keeping steady herbs and old-school practices that have stood the test of time. Why do you think we celebrate the history in objects but struggle to see the value in our own endurance? How do you find meaning in your everyday challenges without burning out?