Creative Conviction

Visual evidence of my evolution 🌹

The first picture is the roses Alex got me for Mother’s Day five years ago 
(from The Wild Rose, too 👀)

I distinctly remember this because it was the only time I ever got wrapped flowers

I remember how therapeutic it was arranging them.
All of my very little kids in bed,
the house quiet.
I took my time,
just me, some pink roses and my kitchen scissors ✂️

And an interesting conviction I had while writing this:

Designing for The Wild Rose has never quite felt therapeutic to me.

And I think that’s because pressure 

And fear

Which creates stress 

And stress blocks your creative and intuitive flow 

So here’s to becoming more aware of that fear, 
Trusting my own process
Trusting my evolution
Surrendering outcomes

And not sitting here nitpicking these photos and tweaking my current arrangements to death 🤪

I can’t wait to see what I create in a year from now 🫶🏻