Sometimes when I am in a rut (emotionally), I like to think of a time when I was completely happy and try to align my life now in the same way to bring the happiness about again. This might mean a trip (I always find clarity at the ocean!), or a place of spiritual peace (like the temple), or even as quirky as recreating some old outfits.
I have been thinking of the time when I was a young mama to two little babies – a year and a half old Harlo, and a newborn baby Stella. At that point, it was the happiest I had ever been in my whole life. I was so fulfilled, so creative. I learned to cook in that time. I would pull recipes from Rachel Ray up on my computer in the kitchen and follow each step closely until my food started resembling some of the pictures. I would craft at my little kitchen desk to make my girls bows and headbands, and embellish plain onesies, upcycle old clothes and fabrics. I would write as quickly as thoughts came to my head about the season of life I was in. I didn’t want a single detail about my girls and my early journey with motherhood to go undocumented. I would take pictures, then sit for hours studying photoshop, composition, exposure to try to push myself to learn a new art form. I would plunk Harlo in her high chair with some organic fruit, and organic whole-grain crackers just beside me, turn on Stella’s baby monitor and chug away at my little blog.
Some of the best days of my whole entire life.
Lately I have found myself in a bit of a creative rut. I asked Mr. Miller to move my computer from our shared office to a little nook in the kitchen, just like I had when my girls were babies. Just like I had in the early days of this blog.
Sometimes we don’t need a complete overhaul. Sometimes we just need a little tweak in the things we’re doing to get the flow moving again.