So far away.

So far away. Drawing Luke Hockley.

So far away. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

This morning I drew a picture of a person holding a bunch of balloons floating high above a city scape. I have that song by Carol King going over and over in my head…

“So far away,

doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore…”

I don’t know what all that means.

I think it means that I feel like my goals are so far away and maybe not achievable.

Or at least not achievable in the time frame I would like them to be achievable in.

I can’t really know the answers to all this.

All I can do is give it a red hot go.

Maybe I need the exit plan, to think through the scenarios where it doesn’t work out in time so that I know how I want to respond.



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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...)