A snail’s pace.

A snail's pace. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A snail's pace. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Why does it take me so long to create the new thing?

I’m mid-air and I can feel the ground rushing at me and I know I’ve got to get this parachute built…but everything single stitch seems to be taking me days and days to get done.

I’m moving at a snail’s pace and that's not ideal when time is of the essence.

I think I might need to lower my bar for how good things need to be before I get them up, how clear I need to be before I tell people about all the new things that I’m working on.

Eighty percent and go, I think I’m back at this lesson.

Once it hits eighty percent it’s ready to set sail.

I can tweak the last twenty percent on the fly.

Ok, deep breath.

Here we go…


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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...)