Again the weekend passed in a blink. Am I just not doing enough over the weekend or am I doing too much? It must be too much. I remember when I was still looking for work 6 months ago, time would pass so nice and slowly. I actually had time to appreciate the little things like sleeping, lying in bed just thinking, reading, and sitting in the sun having an ice cream. Now, it's work, hurry home, cook, walk the dog, play with the dog, and it's time to go to bed. On the weekends, it's dinner at the outlaws, going for house inspections, golf and it's time to prepare for a new week. Not to say never, but there's not much time spent reflecting on things I've done and the things I've experienced. Maybe 'staying in the moment' is what I need to do. But it's just so hard to avoid thinking about the past or future.

I also think I need a break from golf. Yesterday's round, though not the worst I've had, made me feel like giving it up for good. I couldn't putt and couldn't hit my irons properly - I was mentally spent. Maybe I should just face the fact that I'm just fucking hopeless at it. I've spent a good year and a half playing seriously (once a week with some practice thrown in) and I still can't score under a 100 consistently. Could it be that it's all mental and nothing physical? Who knows. I guess I'll just give myself 3 months to figure that one out. If I still can't score under 100 consistently, I'll give up the game for a year. Anyone taking notes?