After the series of cards that made me really happy, I got into a funk. Five cards in a row in the same style was feeling like a rut but it's not like inspiration was oozing out of every pore. I was having cynical "what's the point" days. Nothing was clicking. I'm trying to embrace this as part of the process. I don't have to love everything I make. I can value what I learned from making them.
I am so full of rules and standards for myself. It's hard to "settle" for something I don't like. I've been trying to avoid the "tomorrow's index card must be better than today's index card" trap. But the longer I do this, and the happier I am with my work in general, the harder it is to accept what I deem lousy, or ordinary, or uninspired.