Tiger Woods was not consulting me and I was under no illusions that I could feed my family by playing it, but there was a time that I was pretty decent at playing golf.
I invested a lot of time and money getting to that point, and then one day, I quit.
That was well over twenty years ago and I may have played (reluctantly) five or six times since then and that has been years ago.
I remember the moment that it hit me. I am wasting my time and a lot of money doing something that is taking me away from the people I love the most and the work I love the most, and it is not worth it.
This is not an indictment against golf. I’ve had to do this with several other issues in my life.
The point is this, just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
And just because you can be good at something doesn’t mean it is a good thing for you to do.
The ONE THING for today: Don’t just be good at something, be good at something that matters most.
2 thoughts on “The day I quit golf”
Well said. Years ago I collected sports memorabilia. One day I realized I was spending more hours and dollars than I should. I sold it all and never looked back. I am thankful for not having lost all the additional hours confusing that hobby would have consumed.