Chopping wood. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I’m not very good at chopping wood.
I know all the theories. I’ve had them explained several times.
Sometimes I can put them into action.
It is all about letting the axe do all the work and hitting the wood in the right spot.
Thing is, I find it very hard to hit the wood in the right spot. I try, I really try, and I nail it occasionally.
But mostly I don’t.
I really hate it when someone who knows how to split wood watches me. Because I know I am going to get it wrong in front of them. And I know they are going to tell me the things that I already know about how I should be doing it.
I feel embarrassed.
I don’t like getting things wrong in front of people.
I avoid it.
Why does it matter so much?
It doesn’t actually matter. Even if someone tells me what I am doing is wrong (which I already know). I can’t pretend I don’t care…but I absolutely understand that I should not care.
But I care.
There is something in this…I can’t quite work out what it is, but there is definitely something in this.
Love
Luke
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Day 976