Permission to eat bad food. Drawing Luke Hockley.
When it is hot I pretend that I have permission to throw out the window my need for sleep.
I stay up late, because its hot.
I watch another episode of something, because it is hot.
I don’t do the dishes, because it is hot.
I run a bit late in the morning, because it is hot.
Also, when I do something I think is ‘big’ then I give myself permission to eat bad food.
I have these trade-offs that I have agreed with myself are acceptable.
Are they?
I think they might be a bit like touching the wall.
I think it is just me not quite completing the things I really want to complete.
Maybe that’s ok?
It is hot, after all…
Ha!
Maybe not?
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Love
Luke
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Day 793