Time and kindness.

Time and kindness. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Time and kindness. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The level of kindness required to keep my ship on an even keel is remarkable.

I just get things moving in the right direction again and then the weather starts to change again, and I am tempted to fall back into unhelpful ways of talking to myself.

Time. It’s just time and kindness.

It seems so straightforward, until I’m inside it all and then its seems like there is no way out.

Time and kindness.

Time and kindness.

Time and kindness.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,174

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I am.

I am. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I am. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

A slowly unfolding mystery.

The unravelling of a tangled ball of wool.

Delicate but robust.

Determined and fragile.

A question that changes at any given moment.

I am.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,173

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Too tired.

Too tired. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Too tired. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Oh my.

What a very big week.

I’d love to tell you all about it…but I’m just too tired.

Sorry about that.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,172

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My limits.

My limits. Drawing Luke Hockley.

My limits. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

It is amazing how, if I choose to, I can get up at 4:20am and still function like a reasonable human for a day.

I suspect I couldn’t do this every day, not without going to bed much earlier, but for one day, when I have to get on an aeroplane and fly somewhere, then…no problems.

If you asked me one day just to get up at 4:20am and do something that I really want to do (but there are no consequences for not doing it), I think I might struggle to get up.

It seems my limits are mostly self-imposed.

Hmmm.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,171

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Lost and found.

Lost and found. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Lost and found. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Lost and found.

Questioning things that don’t need to be questioned is a fabulously destructive habit of mine.

I avoid this rabbit hole as much as I can.

But sometimes I just see it and dive right in anyhow.

And once I do…it can be a long slow crawl back out.

Because I lose momentum.

Everything feels like a standing start.

No run up.

Finding that energy to get the engine revving from a cold start can be a bit overwhelming.

My experience is that I need some deadlines and I need to get back into things, even if it’s a bit rough to start with.

Just. Get. Moving.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,170

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My body is a koan.

My body is a koan. Drawing Luke Hockley.

My body is a koan. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

My body is a koan, a puzzle, a riddle.

It’s a question that presents many possible solutions, some of which are helpful, some are self-limiting and some…well, their outcome is a mystery.

Returning to the koan every day with the intention that it is the asking of the question and the wondering about the solution that is as useful to me as solving the riddle.

Solving the riddle is great, but we don’t always get that luxury, or it can take quite some time.

So being in the question that I am in. Curious. Kind. Playful and tenacious.

That’s what it’s all about.

Which is easy to remember when I’ve solved a puzzle and very challenging to keep in focus when I haven’t!

Love

Luke

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Day 1,169

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Doing things.

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Dear Self,

Hello! It’s been a while.

Not since I turned up, I’ve turned up every day (sometimes just), but since I’ve really been able to sit here with myself and reflect upon what’s actually going on.

Truth be told…I’m almost here – but perhaps not quite!

I woke up this morning with a sense of wanting to have this conversation.

I then got distracted by the internet. Which is not how this works! I know that. I’ve always known that doing much of anything before I write to you…well it’s not wrong, it’s just less productive.

Anyway, I was distracted…but now I’m here and feel like I’m standing on the cusp of something.

It’s all a bit simple sounding but..

Doing things is better for me than not doing things.

This idea of ‘rest’, well it’s important for me to have studio time, to be quiet and to be in movement…but it is also as important for me to be making things. I’ve been carrying some weird idea that I can’t do things because I’m too busy or overwhelmed or confused…it’s not helping.

So, do some things and see what happens.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,168

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Just outside my reach.

Just outside my reach. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Just outside my reach. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Something is going on that is just outside my reach.

I feel sad. I feel totally fine. I feel grateful for my life. I feel inspired by the choices I have. I feel overwhelmed by the choices I have. I feel uncertain. I feel unclear. I feel stuck. I feel weighted down. I feel worried. I feel in the middle. I feel surprisingly inspired by things that don’t usually inspire me. I feel confused.

Perhaps it is just ‘transition’ that I am experiencing?

But from what?

And to where?

When did it start? How far through it am I? When will it end?

All the answers are sitting ‘just there’…but I can’t quite grasp them.

I think I need to keep moving on anything I can keep moving on and then be patient.

That’s the best I’ve got.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,167

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Who knows.

Who knows. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Who knows. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I don’t seem to be able to get to the place where I can write this letter with any clarity or deep sense of self reflection.

It’s a shame, because when I can find that place I always learn a lot about myself. I uncover something that’s in the way and am able to forge a new pathway forward.

And I could really do with that kind of clarity right now.

But it’s not there.

All I know is that giving up and not writing the letter is not the answer.

So, I write a letter.

It’s not profound or insightful, but it’s a letter.

Then I turn up again tomorrow and do the same again. And who knows, maybe I’ll find myself more able to see myself then.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,166

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Blah, blah.

Blah, blah. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Blah, blah. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Blah blah blah blah.  

Blah. Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah. 

Blah blah blah.  

Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah.  

Blah. Blah blah blah.  

Blah.

Love

Luke. 

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Day 1,165

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