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How Much Golf is Too Much Golf?

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My wife works in the buying office of a large retail store. And, while we’re talking about her, it can’t go unsaid, or be said enough, that I believe her to be the finest human-being I have ever had the privilege to know. She has a story. A backstory, if you will. Like we all do. But is the amazing person that she is today not because of it. But in spite of it. And I truly believe she is the bravest, smartest, sweetest creature who may have ever lived.
                Now, what were even talking about?
                Of course. Golf and yoga.
                My wife works in the city and I stay home with our two perfect children.
                Yes, they’re perfect. No, I won’t make you read about my children like I made you read about my wife.
                So, she works. And I do this thing at home with the kids and the writing.
                Now. To live a balanced and healthy life, because if you can’t find a way to live a balanced and healthy life you will find yourself being terribly grouchy to your people, even if they ARE perfect, and nobody wants that, you must find for yourself a hobby. Or exercise. Or, if you can manage it, preferably both. Two birds and all that.
It’s practically science.
People who have nothing fun that they enjoy doing are typically unfun people.
I could google it and find you a thousand articles that lead down that road. But you already know it’s true. So why bother?
The fact is we need fun. Fun is important.
And a few years ago, when my, already stated as darling and mostly perfect, wife had yet to fully discover that truth, she looked at my daily golf practice in the yard, bashing balls into the net and pitching them back and forth across the lawn, as mostly senseless. But, she didn’t make a fuss about it because it didn’t hurt anyone, save the grass. Or, every so often, with the help of an extra-finely struck ball and the rare weak spot in the net, the back of the barn.
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However, one night a few years back she saw someone on Instagram doing yoga… Playing yoga? Yoging? She saw yoga. And was intrigued. So she found a studio a few blocks from our house to try the thing in. And after that she never looked at me sideways about golf again. Because it made sense to her.
All on its own, that might be something to remember. Don’t argue with your spouse about the things they enjoy, or you enjoy, or why they have validity. Wait for your spouse to have context, or for you to have context, in which the value can be appreciated. And then when they eventually understand, just be happy. Because then everyone is happy.
Furthermore, or possibly as an aside here, because I know you’re already thinking it, at all costs avoid saying, “I told you so.” It’s like eating a whole bag of Doritos. It might look like fun when the opportunity presents itself, and you might even get away with it when you’re young, but, dude, don’t. Just don’t. Your spouse and your life’s general level of cool will only be hurt by it.
The key to the whole thing, and the whole point of this blog, is that she has her own practice, and I have mine. And you and your partner should too. Because, if we don’t let it interfere with each other, our relationship, the love and care of children, or our careers or other accomplishments, we have balance. And balance makes everything easier. Because we each have a pursuit and neither of us are carrying the weight of the other’s fun or dreams.
If I had continued to practice every day while my wife hadn’t her own pursuit, the ability to herself yoge… Yes, yoge. As in, Did you yoge today? As opposed to, How was yoga? But if I had continued to pursue my passion while she had none, we would eventually have not been able to maintain our happy appreciation for one another.
As a footnote, I have absolutely no idea how much golf is too much golf if you do not have a partner, a spouse, or children. I’m not sure what that looks like or if there even is such a thing. I mean, as long as you aren’t in danger of losing your job or not being able to pay the bills, I say play on, dear friend. Find as many fairways as you can. Because it’s easier there in the middle. And, in the end, all I really know is that a life lived out of balance, from your wife, your children, or anything you truly value, is a hard life to live.
And life in the middle is way easier.
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