Buttonholes for breakfast. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I sewed a buttonhole before I wrote this letter to you today.
I thought that maybe I was avoiding doing the thing I was meant to be doing…but it wasn’t like that.
What I found happening was that focusing on the buttonhole allowed my thoughts to wander into the question of what this letter might be about today.
I felt less pressured. It was nice.
The thing that came to me was that this week I got some help.
I paid someone to come and do some things for me. It was incredible to have that support. I know it’s simple…but not feeling alone on everything is a pretty powerful thing.
Just a little bit of help can make all the difference.
Love
Luke
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Day 892