A friend told me the other day to honor my rhythm. How beautiful is that? I was feeling irresponsible dancing to my natural rhythm, swaying slowly like the blues with a little surprise sax in the mix. Waking up slow, creating at odd hours & putting my boots on to walk the trail over driving. I was feeling good but guilty. Shouldn’t I want to hustle harder? Shouldn’t I be working longer? But…
Honor your rhythm. We are in the slow season, after all.
I think it’s a luxury—and a curse—of being someone compelled to create as a career. The muse does not care about your 9–5 timeframe. You must honor the present moment, float on it like a cloud or ride the wave to see where it takes you. The muse is not measured by numbers but by experiences, vibes & connections, if she is even measured at all (quite touchy, that muse). This wave, although slow & unpredictable, has guided me to similar creatives that have been in my neighborhood all along. I remember when I told my favorite teacher right before I graduated that I wasn’t sure design was for me anymore. She disagreed, “Oh no, you just have to find your tribe.” She was so sure, I hoped she was right & 2 years later I think she might’ve been. I found a few of them trudging through the snow to get the perfect shot, getting their illustrations into killer shops & hosting amazing events they’ve been dreaming of.
There’s something about friends who get your hustle, who empathize with your challenges & celebrate with your triumphs, who want to create something awesome together. I’m always trying to replicate the memory of Saturday mornings with my mom & friends, covering the kitchen table in glitter & beads & whatever else we could find to MAKE STUFF. At the core, these moments invigorate my creativity. Muses just wanna have fun, you know?
Getting out of your comfort zone is great for growth, a noble pursuit, but making messes with people who accept my weird warms my soul the most.
Photos by Rachel Kaye Photography