Action

Tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Tick, tick, tick. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Move through the list.

Tick, tick, tick.

This then that then that then this.

Each win takes a brick from my shoulders.

Lighter, easier, free.

Tick, tick, tick.

Move through the list.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,368

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Get moving.

Get moving. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Get moving. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Get moving.

Cooperate, coordinate, go!

What’s needed is obvious.

Make it happen.

Kindly, gently, quickly.

Get moving.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,366

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Driving for hours.

Driving for hours. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Driving for hours. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Does driving 1,000 kilometres change things?

I suppose it does.

Driving for hours on end gives me time to think and think and think…with-out really thinking, if you know what I mean.

I’ll let all the things move into the background.

And see what I come up with.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,319

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Cold air.

Cold air. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Cold air. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The air this morning has that ‘just blown off the snowy mountains’ feel to it.

And I haven’t even been outside yet.

Winter is here. It seemed to take a while arrive this year.

I couldn’t get myself out of bed this morning and yesterday I didn’t feel like exercising. It can be hard to get moving when it is this chilly.

I did, however, get going. I went for a run in the cold air yesterday and, of course, it was great.

A fresh blast to get the day moving.

Now I just have to get myself off the couch and out of the house.

No worries!

Love

Luke

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Day 1,289

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A moment amongst moments.

A moment amongst moments. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A moment amongst moments. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

This is just a moment amongst all of the moments.

Don’t make it heavier lifting than it need be.

Do the work that has to be done.

Do it generously and with clarity.

Just do that and then keep moving to the next moment.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,285

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Some wood.

Some wood. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Some wood. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Some wood burns much hotter than other wood.

How would you ever know that?

Unless you had a wood fire that you relied on for your warmth.

The stringy bark kind of wood doesn’t burn that well.

Redgum is the ideal wood, apparently…but we don’t have that on our property.

We’ve got a wood called Redbox, and that's a keeper that one.

It’ll burn long and hot.

Which is very good for making a house full of visitors feel warm and cosy.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,279

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Every precious moment.

Every precious moment. Drawing Luke Hockley

Every precious moment. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

I know, I know it is such an outrageous cliché…but at the moment I am intensely aware of every precious moment that I have.

I’m curious about how to both be light and not let anything slip through my fingers.

How to experience everything, but not strangle it with a focus that is too intense.

Life is a gift. I want to experience that gift, but not spend nights sleepless around what I am experiencing.

There is something important going on for me about living it to the full in the day time and then sleeping soundly each evening.

I sleep much better than I used to. But I notice that when I am deep in a new adventure, when I am learning and discovering something about the world and how I want to be in it, that I can get restless at night.

I’d like to live my life to its edges. Which means hitting the pillow and sleeping soundly.

I think that’s my new goal.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,246

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Clean the surfaces.

Clean the surfaces. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Clean the surfaces. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

It’s time to clean up the bits and pieces.

Clear the surfaces.

Put away the washing.

Do the dishes.

Sort the bits of paper.

Wipe that slate so that my subconscious can get things sorted.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,226

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An unhelpful conversation.

An unhelpful conversation. Drawing Luke Hockley.

An unhelpful conversation. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m having a bit of an unhelpful conversation with myself at the moment.

Stopping myself from doing things because of how it might look to other people.

I have this habit of knowing what I want and then standing on the edge of it and not taking the action that needs to be taken to make it happen.

Letting all kinds of small logistical problems get in the way of me doing the thing I want to do.

I could really do without that kind of stagnation.

Is it a fear of doing something publicly that might not be quite right?

Of changing direction in public? Of having to explain myself to others?

I’m not sure.

But I would dearly love this unhealthy conversation to stop.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,191

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Will I regret this?

Will I regret this? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Will I regret this? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’ve just spent the afternoon moving in ways I have not moved for quite some time.

Handstands and cartwheels and play wrestling on the beach.

It felt great to be moving again, but…will I regret this in the morning?

Let’s wait and see.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,186

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