Doubt.

Doubt. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Doubt. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Having decided something, why do I feel the need to revisit it and re-prosecute the case?

It was clear.

The line was drawn.

Black and white.

This or that.

Doubt seeps in at the edges and makes the black and white grey.

Why?

An important warning reflex?

Habitual self-sabotage?

I don’t know what to pay attention to.

Truth is I don't know the outcome of what I am doing and I’ve decided to do it anyway.

Doubt is just slowing me down.

Luke.

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Hello!
I’m performing a reading of selected Dear Self letters in the Melbourne Fringe Festival.
Dear Self – Friendship.
 September 16th/23rd/30th (click the link, click the link...)