Or maybe I'm sensitive to the subject of excess. Even on LinkedIn, you can find yourself doomscrolling. But wait, what about joyscrolling? Or is that access to excess just as dangerous?
The best books have endings.
2024 didn't go as I expected. I declared my intentions for this year with a surplus of confidence and a simple plan, yet I've missed them all.
This is more about social media than it is about golf. It was 8 AM and 40º. I had six clubs and 70 minutes of solitude. Followed by countless minutes of staring and talking into my phone.
Today, I feel an incredible sense of accomplishment. As promised, with no training or warm-up, I tackled Murph this morning, and now, I'm back at my desk, ready to dive into work. I got what I was hoping for - a renewed confidence in my ability to overcome.
This lengthy preamble is to prevent me from reimagining my intentions and goals and to avoid trying to frame how this effort will turn out tomorrow. I’ve done Murph at least once a year for the last seven years, with one year as an exception due to injuries and