u/bdcorbs

Today was the first time in two years I picked up a club. I’ve dealt with some stuff I won’t get into. However, I got the vibe today, nowhere close to a good golfer. My swing can only be described as the discarded love child of John Daly and a former lacrosse/hockey/baseball player.

I shanked a bunch the first fifteen minutes and than decided to let loose and just count the tempo. These were the two that I was proud of, and really I’m fucking shit; but it had the two old dude’s beside me vibing over a “bomber” that I just wanted to share what I felt like an accomplishment.

For anyone out there dealing with stuff… play for these little moments. It’s spring in Canada and I’m riding a high off a sim session.

Fuck depression… go have fun.