A Lesson From the Golf Course

I golfed this afternoon with an old friend.

When my wife and I moved to Ohio from Washington, DC the transition was a legit struggle for me.

I was overconfident, full of bravado and temerity, while short on discipline and humility. I can tell you with some assurance this is not the best recipe for success.

This person was one of the first who embraced me, outside of family. That’s way more important than we give credit to sometimes.

He saw the best of me at a time when I exhibited more of those less desirable traits within me.

It made me feel good to see him.

But the more I thought about it, the more somber I became.

Because I asked myself when was the last time I invested in someone who wasn’t at their best.

And I didn’t have a good answer.

Part of that is I had my own shit going on, and I’ll allow that to a certain extent.

But that is no longer a valid excuse.

Excuses are lies we tell ourselves to feel better about not doing things.

One of the best things about writing in public each day is the mirror it forces us to gaze into.

I’ve become more accountable, to myself and others, in the last 90 days than I have in years.

So far this journey has been a lot about me, because that’s what I know.

But it’s a Brave New World.

So tomorrow, allow me to reintroduce myself.