Anything but this. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Anything but this.

Dear Self,

Today I am avoiding the things that I know help me feel better.

I don’t want to write this letter. I don’t want to draw a picture. I don’t want to lay with my legs up the wall. I don’t want dance in my studio. I don’t want to sit and play the piano, I don’t want to sing.

When I think of these things I think…

Anything but this.

But I am wrong.

I’ve seen this phenomenon before.

On days like this the only thing to do is write the letter, draw the picture, lay in the studio, dance, play music and sing.

The rest will take care of itself.


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Know someone who would appreciate this letter?

What is Dear Self all about?