There was a short period of time that the cup looked like a five gallon bucket to me, but I was younger and less corrupted than I became. I spent a long time trying to get that feeling back but it was to no avail.
I never made it to the big show for that reason. Well that and being a broke azz boy looking to find his way to survive. Golf didn't pay any of my bills. Hard work did, along with a few side hustles and I got to play golf again, this time having to pay for my own greens fees.
I don't miss it but my old crew sure misses me. I get calls all the time but I just can't because I'm spread so thin nowadays without a significant other to engage in day to day circumstance. My sobriety is also a key factor. I know I'd fall off the wagon as soon as we teed off.
It also has to do with my performance. I know it probably wouldn't mean shit to them but I really dominated my boys on the links and I can't do that anymore. It sounds petty, but it's a thing I have that I work on with the shrink. I'm having a really hard time inserting myself back into the fold with all the setbacks I've suffered and I just can't go back to being a drunken monkey anymore.