The world is crazy. Daily grinds can, well, grind you down. We all need an escape, an oasis where we can shut out the madness and calm our minds. Something that is positive, calming, rejuvenating.
So jumping out of airplanes doesn’t count.
I’m not talking about what we do for a rush or for excitement, but rather, what we do to just get away without burning vacation days or spending a couple thou on a cruise. So you can’t say ‘I hop a plane to Bali.’ No you don’t. Hopefully you have a regular activity that’s easy to access. I have one.
I hit chip shots.
I know. I live life on the edge. What can I say.
But that’s my point. This doesn’t have to be some kind of elaborate or costly thing. It just has to be your personal little getaway place. Well, mine is Saturday and Sunday mornings for about an hour or so at Casselberry Golf Club’s practice green where I put on my earphones, throw the iTunes on shuffle, dump my bag of shag balls, and zone in. Two bags of shots, 100 balls each. First bag is usually nice high flop pitches and the second are low running shots.
The world stops. And that’s the key to this activity. I think of nothing other than soft hands through impact, back of right hand to target, and keep the blade square. There are no thoughts of what bills to pay or how I want to throttle the Finance Director at work. Just club on ball, trying to make those shots land softly and roll out to the little flag on the green.
And I sing whatever is playing in my ears. This morning, the playlist featured the following:
So Watcha Want, Beastie Boys
What I Really Want, Alanis Morrisette
Weapon Of Choice, Fatboy Slim
Stormy Monday, Allman Brothers
End Of The World Party, Medeski, Martin & Wood
All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crowe
Everything Is Broken, Bob Dylan
Backwater, Meat Puppets
Caress Me Down, Sublime
And yes, at times I get looks from other players as I sing ‘Mucho gusto me llamo Bradley-ah…I’m hornier than Ron Jeremy-ah…’
Like I care. It’s my own little impenetrable bubble.
I believe this is the key to sanity. Like that line about ‘dance like nobody’s watching’…? That’s how I practice. It is just me out there.
I now do yoga, which ranks second on the list of zen activities, but I am still learning how to do that, so I’m not at the ‘just let it flow’ level, as I am still trying not to vomit during downward dog. But I’ll get there.
So for now it’s me and my balls.
Get your mind out of the gutter.