If I feel anxious then I have to be anxious about something…right?
Right?
So, then…what?
What is it?
Love
Luke
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Day 1,234
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If it hurts it can be hard to say it out loud.
I avoid it.
Think of ways around it.
Try anything…but saying it.
But if it hurts then telling someone is a really, really good idea.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,233
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The boring bits are the hardest part.
When I am making something it’s easy to do the exciting, interesting, fun bits.
The bits where it feels like something is happening, or at least it feels like I am making progress…or even when there is some great struggle to be had.
The in-between bits, that’s what gets me.
It’s hard to see that any of the effort is worth it when I am bored and nothing much seems to be happening.
I suppose boredom is hard to interpret in a creative process.
Does it mean things aren’t working and that it is time to change something? Or are things about to all click into place and something amazing is about to happen?
I feel like boredom is like anger. It is an emotion that is a front for something else altogether.
But what, I wonder?
Restless, shifting, in transition, searching, uncertain, curious, contemplative.
Yes, I’m wondering what’s next.
I think that’s it.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,232
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I don’t believe myself.
I’m sitting here trying to work out what I am going to write to myself and I keep making up all these stories to tell…and it’s all crap.
I don’t know what to say tonight.
I don’t have any profound insight or clever comment on insightful observation.
I’m just a very boring person with nothing to say.
Ta da.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,231
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There are many places I can go when I am about to go to sleep.
I can go to a warm shower, or rolling on the floor, or a good book…
But not the internet.
The internet is not a place to go when I am about to go to sleep.
Duly noted.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,230
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Sewing this, dyeing that. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I am getting great joy from making things.
Sewing this, dyeing that…
It’s the thing I have been longing to do for days and days and days.
Here it is.
Time to enjoy it.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,229
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Moving and sewing. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I can see myself spending my days moving and sewing.
That’s it.
Moving and sewing.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,228
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I do love an early start. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I do love an early start.
Seriously.
Not that I particularly like getting out of bed very early in the morning...but I love how it feels like I get an extra day in each day.
Mid morning hits and I’ve already done so much living! And there’s so much more time to get more living done.
It’s a good thing to remember.
Otherwise I can forget to have joy in my early mornings.
Love
Luke.
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Day 1,227
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Clean the surfaces. Drawing Luke Hockley.
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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I can’t believe I’m back here. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I’m concerned that I have started repeating the same letters to you.
I sit down to write and when I think of what I’d like to write I often think…
“Oh, that again…I can’t believe I’m back here.”
It’s one of the more disconcerting things about this daily project.
There’s nowhere for me to hide from myself.
Here I am. Every day. Checking in.
I see patterns in myself much more clearly than I might have.
But also, sometimes I’m still lost in those patterns and can’t see any rhyme or reason to them.
I know they are repeating. I know I am back at some familiar and uncomfortable place…but don’t know exactly how I got here and what might help me get out of here.
I guess I have some more clues. I have a broader sense of what is going on. It has been about 3 years now of daily writing and it just surprises me that I am still repeating the same things with only a little bit of extra insight.
Shouldn’t I have myself all figured out by now?
Ha!
When I see that written down I get how that sounds.
Being a human is a complex, long term project.
That’s it.
That’s just how it is.
Strangely I find some comfort in that.
Love
Luke
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Day 1,225
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