Tired

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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I’ve reached my limit.

I’ve reached my limit. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I’ve reached my limit. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

It has been an extremely productive two days…but I have had enough of typing and looking at the screen.

I’ve reached my limit.

I’ve exercised and kept a good balance of things (Sewing! Yay!) so I am actually feeling pretty good.

However, I notice my tolerance for personal conversations that require me to think about exciting details like dates and times and the like has almost evaporated.

I just need a few days doing things that don’t involve a computer screen.

Lucky this weekend is Campfire!

Love

Luke

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Day 1,367

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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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A tired heavy shoe.

A tired heavy shoe. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A tired heavy shoe. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

This morning I am tired like a heavy shoe.

Everything has just a bit more drag on it than need be.

Which makes each step a bit harder than it has to be.

Muddy, sluggish, walking.

The only way through this stuff, in my experience, is to move.

Straight through the middle of it all.

Just keep moving.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,338

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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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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’m done, I’m really done.

I’m done, I’m really done. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I’m done, I’m really done. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m done, I’m done, I’m really done.

I wish there was something more here, something profound and interesting, some reflection that would give me some blinding insight into the world and leave me feeling clearer and better about things.

But there is not.

I am done.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,293

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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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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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