Exhaustion

When I’m this tired…

When I’m this tired… Drawing Luke Hockley.

When I’m this tired… Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

When I am this tired I can’t imagine getting this letter done.

It just seems to be a mountain too high.

Everything looks like an insurmountable mountain today.

Rest. I need some rest.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,399

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One key after the other.

One key after the other. Drawing Luke Hockley.

One key after the other. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Just press one key after the other.

Then you will have written a letter, without any effort, no stress.

Just one key after the other.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,398

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Too late

Too late. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Too late. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Sometimes I don’t get to write this letter until the end of the day.

Today, that’s what happened.

It’s a real shame.

Because it’s too late now for me to have any blinding insights or witty self reflections.

I’m not insightful. I’m not funny.

I’m just damned tired.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,382

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Yes, yes…I’m tired.

Yes, yes…I’m tired. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Yes, yes…I’m tired. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I went for a run today and dropped my phone and then, quite soon afterwards, rolled my ankle (nothing serious).

At that point I made a note for myself that…Yes, yes…I’m tired. Which means I’m at risk of running into a tree or doing some serious damage to my ankle. Let’s just take it a bit easy, eh?

Temptation is to push myself a bit hard when I feel like this.

Going for a slow run is better than not running at all.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,360

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One more thing...

One more thing... Drawing Luke Hockley.

One more thing... Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

There’s always one more thing.

One more email, one more phone call, one more bill, one more piece of paper to move, one more thing to write.

I’m trying to get away on holiday.

At some point I’ve just got to call it right?

And just let it all go and leave.

Right.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,311

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I long for sleep.

I long for sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I long for sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I long for sleep.

It’s not far away now, but oh…how I am looking forward to it.

Sometimes sleep can be a little elusive, but not tonight.

Tonight, I can feel the edges of it wrapping over me already.

What a treasure sleep is.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,307

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Nothing left to give…?

Nothing left to give…? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Nothing left to give…? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

One day, quite a few years ago, I was sitting on the step to our bungalow in our falling apart rental in Northcote enjoying a bit of sun when our cat, Mamma - who died a few years ago, came up and started rubbing against my legs.

My endless jar of honey had trained her to be brushed at the back step with a special brush…and she loved it. So, she was pretty insistent.

I was very frustrated.

I couldn’t be bothered.

I was tired and a bit over it and just wanted to sit in the sun and recharge.

Later that day, when my endless jar of honey arrived home, I complained to him about all this…

“She just kept insisting that I pat her…and I just couldn’t. I just didn’t have anything to give her!”

He looked at me, patiently and said…

“Maybe it’s not about what you’ve got to give her…”

Ahhh….of course.

This lesson, that I am deeply energised by giving what I have to other living things, comes back to me again and again.

One more reason to be grateful for the endless jar of honey in my life.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,305

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A long day?

A long day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A long day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

My taxi driver just asked me if I had had a long day.

I’d been sitting there scrolling quietly through social media (Ew, right? I’m that guy?), I didn’t feel like it had been a particularly long day…

I looked up and said that I’d been on the go since 6 am…

He looked at me shocked and said…

“It’s 11pm, that's 17 hours. That’s a long day”

I realised there was a reason I was feeling a bit tired!

But also, in my defence your honour, I did all the things today. It was a full day, but full of all the things you want your day full of. I did some writing, I did some working, I hung out with a friend and did some moving, I helped some people make some art.

It was a full, but satisfying, long day.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,269

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The wall.

The wall. Drawing Luke Hockley

The wall. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

The wall is the wall is the wall.

Once it is reached, or rather, once it is hit…there’s not much to do other than go easy and be kind.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,255

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Phew.

Phew. Drawing Luke Hockley

Phew. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

Phew.

I made it.

Now it’s time to slow down and enjoy a couple of days at my own pace.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,249

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