Sleep

Along the edge

Along the edge. Drawing Luke Hockley

Along the edge. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self

A knife edge close

Almost missing my daily ritual

No reason

Full of things

And nothing

Nothing in the way but lightly forgetting

Eyes closing as I begin to drift away for the evening

Then…

Self, Dear Self

I haven’t visited myself

Five minutes to say a quick hello

Now. Sleep.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,336

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Allowed to…

Allowed to. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Allowed to. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Today I am a sleeping bear.

Tired heavy contented eyes.

Walking between time.

From object to object.

Allowed to do very, very little.

Enjoying a momentary breath in and out.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,335

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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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I wonder what it is?

I wonder what it is? Drawing Luke Hockley.

I wonder what it is? Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m ready for bed now.

Problem is it is 6am…which is not the ‘ready for bed’ end of the day!

I woke up very early today, which is great…but not really.

I would have rather slept another couple of hours and then I may not have felt like going back to bed when I should be getting up.

I went to sleep ok, that’s a bonus. Progress, even.

But waking up so early tells me there is something on my mind that I’d like to deal with.

I wonder what it is?

Love

Luke

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Day 1,288

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Tucked in.

Tucked in. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Tucked in. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I remember lying in bed as a child listening to my family talk happy noise as I pretended to sleep.

I remember how safe and at home it felt to have that chaos so nearby. Not having to be a part of it but being a part of it anyhow.

A party for no particular reason other than it's a Friday or Saturday night.

I probably slept on my parent’s lap at the pub, or on the couch at my cousin’s house. Carried to the car, cuddled all the way home and then put into bed.

Tucked in.

Night.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,278

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Craving sleep.

Craving sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Craving sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m carrying the weight of expected sleep around with me.

I’ve had a pretty big weekend (Campfire last night) and didn’t quite get the sleep I need last night.

Which makes me tired, pleasantly tired, right about now.

I spent the afternoon watching TV that I didn’t really need to watch so that I could drift in and out of snoozing.

I can’t wait to hit the pillow to get my hands on some of that sleep that I am craving.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,272

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Good sleep.

Good sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley

Good sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

Last night I sat on the couch and wrote out all the things I was churning over so that I could get into bed and have a solid night’s sleep.

It was part of my strategy to become better, much better, at sleeping.

It worked.

I can’t believe it, but it did.

I hit the sack and felt a protective bubble around me that helped me sleep (some strange dreams…but that’s workable).

I woke up early and the things started to churn.

I tried to get the protective cocoon in place again…but eventually decided to get up and keep that stuff out of bed.

I’m so pleased that I could get a separation to work.

Getting good sleep is a precious thing.

I’m working on becoming a sleep master.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,253

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Almost there.

Almost there. Drawing Luke Hockley

Almost there. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

Almost there.

One more day and then I have made it through my epic two weeks.

A little bit of fancy footwork even got me to the gym today.

Not too late to bed and then a restful weekend and I’ve probably done the best job I could with a very busy calendar.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,248

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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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Bed time.

Bed time. Drawing Luke Hockley

Bed time. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

It’s time to sleep.

That’s all I can say.

I had such opportunity to write something compelling today…but now it is late, I’ve hit the wall and that’s it.

Bed time.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,244

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