I’ve won the lottery!
Of excess free time. FML.
I’ve been welcomed back to the unemployment line, a line I’ve been fairly familiar with the past couple of years. I’m a bit beyond frustration, just thinking I’m still sitting in the circling in the box of disbelief. I’m not really sure what to think anymore. Honestly thought this wouldn’t happen again, I finally thought I got my last job.
Over the past couple of days I’ve been thinking of my future, been thinking of what do I want to do next, I’ve been leaning towards leaving the profession and trying something else. The once secure profession I had thought I joined seems to be a thing of the past, I believe I’m honestly done with the insecurities of it and want something particularly more concrete, more permanent foundation.
I’m also starting to realize I’m not that young anymore, I’m getting old. It’s heartbreaking. I remember going out golfing and swinging out of my ass, pounding the ball down the fairway. I recall the times that my 8-iron would pop out 160 yards, somewhat easily I might add. I’m lucky to hit 140, on a good day.
My habits have changed, I feel like I’m turning into an old man who looks out his window and yells at the kids to get the fuck off his lawn. My body aches when I wake up in the morning. I’m contempt with staying in on a Friday/Saturday night just relaxing. It feels like forever ago when it was a supreme chore to roll myself out of bed in the morning to hit the links, I was in good fortune to make my tee time. Now, I’m up well before, sometimes because I have to pee, and I have time to practice. Practice. We’re talking about practice. Practice, man. My thoughts have changed with golfing in general. I’m more of a smart golfer, a course manager. I tend to avoid penalties and take the safer route, a lot more conservative. I never used to look ahead, now I’m thinking at least a shot ahead, if not 2, and its made me better.
I’m thinking ahead now, more than ever before, I just think its time to do what is right, for my mind and more importantly, my body.
Sorry for the long ramble, its had to get out somewhere.