The poem "Lost" by David Wagoner is ostensibly about how the elders of the tribe instructed children to act if they ever got lost in the woods, but it's also as good a description as I've ever heard about what to do when you feel stuck as a designer. The concept design sketches which accompany the poem are mine from a recent consulting gig during which our design team did indeed feel stuck, until the "woods"--the client's love for a similar space we could learn from--found us.
From his Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.