Living the Dream

My first Blog

   So, what is the price you are willing to pay to play professional golf? What is your absolute limit? I used to think I had one, but the line has blurred since then. I have no money. I have to rely on my friends for a lot of things. I get tired of asking and I'm sure they get tired of me asking. My social life is non-existent. I tend to spend more time alone, or talking to Bugs(my cat). I think even he has grown tired of me. The better I get, the more time and money it seems to consume. I keep trying to find a sponsor, but it's hard to find one without a huge playing resume. It's hard for me to get my scores down when I spend a lot of time picking up odd jobs to make money that require a day or two for me to physically recover. I raid my parents freezer every two weeks to keep food at the house. At 52, I moved out of my apartment into a close friend's house to chase the dream. I'm sure he's tired of me already. I spend hours in the gym, at the range, on the course, and staring at the walls. There are days where I just want it to go away.     

   So, why don't I quit. I guess I'm a glutton for punishment. I'm hooked. I believe in myself enough to keep fighting. My parents believe in me. My friends believe in me. I've had total strangers come up to me on the range and talk to me and tell me to keep fighting. I've met guys that walked away and regret it everyday. They tell me to keep fighting. After all, if you don't believe in yourself, how do you expect someone else to believe in you. So, I'll continue to wake up and be at the course at 7am. I'll continue to practice and play with a purpose. I'll continue to do late night sessions at the gym. I'll continue to stare at the walls and piss off my cat. I'll continue to believe in myself and chase that dream. I'll continue to believe that someone will take that chance and believe in me enough to sponsor me. Without belief, what's life really about?    #RBGOLF