I smashed a 250 yard drive straight down the fairway the other day. Just a lucky hit on the sweet spot with a bit of a roll. Had I been wearing the outfit these ladies had to wear and use wooden clubs, I’m sure I wouldn’t have done so well. I was so excited, I took a picture and sent it to a good friend of mine right on the spot.
Just about the time I’m ready to quit the game of golf, something like this happens. A long drive, a great putt, a pitch that lands just where you wanted it to…all those things keep you coming back when you’re sick of duffing, topping and missing the ball.
I can’t tell you how many times I have declared I’d never play the game again.
But I keep playing for 3 reasons:
- It’s good for me to push myself. I can’t just quit every time the game gets tough. That does nothing to build my character.
- It’s a game I can actually play with some measure of skill, and even though I’m getting older and my joints ache, I can see bits of improvement each time I play.
- It’s either play golf or take up hang gliding….that’s not happening!
If I gave up writing (or any other venture) just because of a rejection letter, frustration, or because it’s such hard work (writing IS hard work), I would be neglecting the call on my life and missing the reward I hope to gain someday.
Sometimes I’m afraid to step out on that golf course and make a fool of myself. And I used to fear that no one would ever read the stories I work so hard to write. Fear held me back.
Just play the game. Just keep swinging and tell your fears to take a hike.
The end of the game comes too fast.
Enjoy the good hits and learn from the bad ones. Just keep playing the game you are meant to play.
Have you ever quit your game and regretted it later?