I like golf because it’s my escape.
I’m 30 years old. I have the life I dreamed about when I was a kid. Yet somehow, I still feel like I haven’t done enough.
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about what actually makes me happy. From the outside looking in, I have no reason to feel the way I do. That’s what makes it so frustrating. I constantly feel like I’m not where I’m supposed to be, even when I can’t explain why.
But when I’m on the golf course, none of that exists.
The constant battle with my own thoughts fades into the background. For four hours, my focus is on the next shot, the next decision, the next challenge.
Golf doesn’t solve my problems.
It just gives me a few hours of peace from thinking about them.