I stood on the first tee box at golf today looking down hole number 1. I decided that I wasn't going to take score. I was going to just hit the ball and enjoy being out. Sometimes the ego gets in the way of the fun. Its was 25 above, and I was enjoying the moment. What a luxury it is to be golfing on a Wednesday, when most people were working. Do I really need to know what my score was? In my head, I might of been close to the course record. Scorecard reality, would have told me otherwise. Something has happened to me in the last two years, almost like I found an hour glass on my life. Each grain of sand represents one moment and I am trying to clutch every one. Hanging out with my girlfriends in the sun on a golf course is as close to a perfect piece of sand as I will ever get.
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