Back to Reality
I didn’t play poorly on Sunday, but I certainly hit some bad shots.
The elusive ability to concentrate was wavering in and out all day.
I didn’t feel loose. I felt tired.
And in golf it’s all about being a millimeter off to turn a great day into a big one.
Then I woke up on Monday morning and instead of going through the mental Rolodex of what to do I started thinking that…
…I should take the day off.
I thought about it long and hard and then…
…I went to work.
Took a long drive to the first job and didn’t want to go in, but a funny thing happened.
I felt at home in my element and as I moved I loosened up.
“I thought you were going to shut it down,” Kathy texted.
“Ahh.”
And I thought about it in relation to the mediocre round of golf I played.
Every time you get out of bed isn’t going to be a day when you feel perfect or even decent…
…but it’s all about routine for me so I imagine that I couldn’t afford to take the entire day off.
I would’ve felt worse!
Much as I did on the back 9 on Sunday, I muddled through.
We finished on hole 10.
A long par five that has destroyed me from time-to-time.
I had parred it on my big day last week.
“Let’s finish strong,” JC said.
That was a good idea.
I was on in 3 and had a great shot to birdie it.
Left the putt an inch short, but tapped it in.
Life is about showing up.
Giving it all a try when you don’t feel perfectly.
One day after another, I guess.
How many days have you felt great?
Go for it anyway.
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