Something is different.

Something is different. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Something is different. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Something is different, and I don’t know what it is.

I feel different somehow. I feel less driven. I feel more…resigned? Or…content?

Acceptance? Is that it?

Lethargy?

Overwhelm?

Maturity?

Am I just in a holiday mood or am I losing my mojo or am I becoming deeply focused and more capable of letting go of trying to be everything to everyone?

I don’t know.

All I know is that something is different, and I don’t know what it is.

Love

Luke

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