Today was the start of a 3-day golf tournament with my father-in-law, who is the craziest person I know.
To go ahead and head this off, let it be said that I don’t mean that in a bad way at all. I’m one of the lucky ones that has a great relationship with their in-laws and I’m so thankful for everything they do for us. They are wonderful grandparents and we’re blessed to live close by.
As we began three days of intense competition, I found myself a bit nostalgic.
Nostalgic because we won our flight last year and while we tried to downplay it, it raised our expectations (admittedly not the worst problem to have). Nostalgic because at this time last year, I had just gotten healthy again and just embarked on a daily writing journey that would change my life. And nostalgic because it’s the kind of stuff I would have liked to do with my dad as well, who passed away a couple years ago.
I played like absolute ass today, but it doesn’t even matter.
What matters is we got a day in the sunshine playing golf with family and friends, both old and new. What matters is even though we didn’t play our best, we still had fun. What matters is I got time with my father-in-law, who’s all I’ve now got left of “Dad”.
Chalk it up as another day where I felt particularly blessed in a life full of blessings.
And as for the shitty golf part, tomorrow is another day.
What a life.
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