11/12/2025
Getting my “mojo” back has been a battle. I wear a lot of hats—dad, husband, son, grandson, handyman, heavy-stuff mover, animal wrangler—it’s easy for my “Maker” hat to get buried under the rest. For a long time I thought I just needed better compartmentalization. Better discipline. Better structure and plans. Forcing my creativity into whatever tiny window of time I had, whether my mind was ready or not.
Lately, I’m realizing it’s not about separating roles, it’s about the daily rhythm. Finding a balance that lets all my hats hang together as a whole, messy but functional wardrobe. The more I learn to relax, the easier things become.
Yesterday I stitched the final seams on the first pack I’ve made in a couple years. It’s not perfect or groundbreaking, and therefore are some adjustments to the design I want to make before I run a batch, but it knocked the rust off and reminded me what it feels like to bring something from my head to my hands. Feels good man.
