I worked on my golf swing yesterday. Keep it simple stupid. I was obsessed with golf in my younger years, so swinging was a thing I actually did a million times. So I brought my driver swing that could see me hit a ball 230 yards straight every time back in the fold.
230 yards ain't a homerun swing. It is a swing I can replicate though. If I could just hit my irons the same way. I think I figured it out. I'll have to go to the driving range again.
If I don't hit it as hard as Tiger Woods used to be able to hit it, that's fine. If I hit it a club or two down for the same distance who cares. If I know where it will probably go, at least in the general direction, that ain't so bad. I may do okay with this golf thing.
Oh, and don't worry. Sure its been a decade or so. But I really did practice my golf swing a million times in the past. Just like my left handed pitching wind up. I can get obsessed with shit. (See Blog) :)
So I am getting pretty excited about Summer. Finances are looking good. As you know I got an inheritance of around $300,000 grand a while ago. I was thinking about it the last couple days. Currently I am worth at least $300,000 and probably more. House, vehicles, investments etc... I didn't just blow it. House is upgraded and stuff. Every week I slowly add to it. I am not $300,000 + exactly liquid, but I have plenty of liquidity.
I didn't have a plan. I just kept practicing my golf swing. Work, eat, sleep. Don't change a thing. Didn't have to. I liked my life before the inheritance. No reason to change anything.
I was thinking of things like that yesterday. Feeling pretty good about stuff. Today should be a pretty good day. Should I drive, and go straight to the driving range? Biking to work is better though.
Pretty excited about stuff today. Its like a 22 year old Summer for me. All my thoughts are on golf. Just not so much about parties and getting laid. A 22 year old guy getting with a girl is nothing to sneeze at. That shit can occupy a male's mind for hours. What excitement.
Our normal is really pretty fucked up. You never hear about how guys really like to pick-up girls in our younger years. That's our normal. A 22 year old Thursday Summertime party. Was there ever anything better?
Life is fun. We just hide the shit we don't think is socially acceptable.
I spose.
Laterzzzzzzz. :)
xoxo. :)
xxoo. :)
Byeeeeeeeee. :)))
MWAH. :)
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