There’s nothing wrong.

There’s nothing wrong. Drawing Luke Hockley.

There’s nothing wrong. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Right now, despite all of the internal protests and problems I seem to be able to create, there is nothing wrong.

Yep. Things are fine. Actually, better than fine. Things are great!

I just need to get my head straight.

I’m in that moment where I can waste time undoing a lot of good work by asking existential questions that don’t lead to anything. It is so hard to do what needs to be done at this moment…which I think is to just keep going for a while and not have too many opinions.

That is a remarkably difficult thing to do.

A lot kinder than pulling everything apart though.



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