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Golfing with my grandfather
Where it started, and why a game you play alone made sense to me immediately.
Written in the order things shaped me, not the order they happened. Each one is a real thing, what it cost, and what I took from it. I add them as I write them.
Before anybody expected anything of me, a coach did. That is where the work ethic came from.
Where it started, and why a game you play alone made sense to me immediately.
The number three spot at Green Pond, and what it does to a kid to be the youngest one expected to produce.
The season that ended badly and changed how I handle it.
Being pushed by somebody who saw a version of me I could not see yet.
What I have built, what I got wrong, and the long stretches where nothing was working.
Small, unimpressive, and it flipped a switch that never flipped back.
what it was, when, what it cost, told without pretending I saw it coming.
The slow, boring version of getting good at something.
What that seat taught me about my own blind spots.
I am not against school. I am against stopping. The real curriculum started after.
school, program, years, and how honest I was with myself at the time.
The skills that actually decided things, none of which were graded.
The method I use, and where it falls apart.
I am more creative than people expect, and it came from the same place as everything else.
Where I came from, and the people who set the standard before I knew there was one.
The first person who taught me anything worth keeping, and he did it without a lecture.
The stretches where I was in the room and not really there.
A short list, why each one exists, and the ones I have broken.
Not things. Judgment, and the reason for doing it this way.
These are outlines right now, not finished pieces. They open as I write them, and nothing goes up until it is true.