They happen. I don’t like it when they do, but like spinach in your teeth, they make an appearance every so often.
When I’m in a rut, I try to revel in it. Analyze it. Figure out why it is happening and what I can do to make it go away. The process usually goes something like this:
Then I spend a day reorganizing my house, thinking about my feelings and where I should put the board games I never use.
I try to write through it. Nothing good ever comes out of it, but it’s like I’m afraid if I don’t walk every day I’ll forget how to use my limbs.
Then the journey parts in two directions:
Something terrible happens and I’m reminded that I’m a lucky little girl and I should feel good about all the things.
Something awesome happens and I am grateful for all the things.
Right now, I’m at the wah part. And I just reorganized my board games so I’m feeling shit out of luck. So either my car is going to break down or I’m going to land the job of my life (there are, of course, variances between these two). For now, I’ll just enjoy the rut ride.
How do you handle a rut?