No Excuses Now
I’m done. Coursework is gone. No need to worry. One exam to revise for in due course. This weekend is for me. Personal projects and golf are all a go.
Is that a face of confusion?
One of anxious thought?
It probably was last night.
Today it represents one of freedom and relief.
One of pure determination and pride.
I’m all done.
One more exam to come, yes.
Not till early May.
Budapest is on Thursday next week.
I’m excited.
I’m taking the weekend off and to myself.
Two rounds of golf and catching up on things I had left to do essays.
My personal projects can finally see the light of day.
I had already kickstarted a (business) idea earlier this month.
I’m trialling my idea with a select number of friends to see its viability.
I’m hoping to see results before the start of the next academic year.
I’ve said I’m going to do a lot in the past.
New this, new that.
I’ve been thinking recently about the regrets I have for golf.
What could have been?
I’ll never know.
I see junior golfers now and will them on to make them release their time is precious.
I’m in a sticky situation where I want to play but I have so much going on that it’s not that easy anymore.
Despite the very fact of access has become significantly easier.
When I was younger, I didn’t drive — I was dependent on my parent’s schedule.
Now, I’m constraining myself.
I envision my future self sometimes.
Five years down the line, I don’t want to feel the same as I do about golf now all these years later.
I want to do better.
It’s not that I think I can do better or that I should.
It’s that I need it. I desire it. Yearn it, if you will.
This blog is a continuum. I said I had to catch up on things that I didn’t do.
The blog has stayed the one thing that I have always done.
I get messages from time to time saying that people enjoy reading them.
Given I have very little knowledge as to the identity of the viewers, it’s all still very overwhelming for me.
I liked to think this summer is the one to break-free from these shackles that I place upon myself.
The ones that restrict me.
I slip out sometimes and really shine. I need to do it more often. Frequency is the key.
I visited Sidcup Golf Club today, I played some holes. It’s where my came good. It’s where I won the most.
I remember walking there as a fifteen year old kid in pink shorts.
I had to walk past a secondary school to get there.
The kids at that school weren’t considered to be the nicest.
Especially to someone wearing pink shorts.
I used to pick my timing to avoid them.
I learned that it was better to wait or go before they were allowed to go home.
The ridicule was on the scale at my school.
I didn’t need it twice.
Little did those kids know, I was improving my game and winning competitions left, right and centre.
It’s this public opinion mindset.
My appeaser childhood has scarred me.
It’s hard to get rid of.
I’m nearing the tail-end of it all.
This summer.
It’s my turn to take centre stage.
Watch this space.