Currently living in Nashville, Tennessee, I’m employed as a content manager. In other words, I write and edit for a living. But long before I became a writer, I intensely loved golf. I played collegiately near Atlanta for two years, with a handicap near scratch. Twelve years of frustrating play in tournaments led to an ugly case of burnout, and I didn’t touch a club for over six years. Here I am, 32, and back at it…for some ridiculously freakish reason.
I’m a Christian first, a husband second, a writer third, and a golfer fourth. I used to love golf, then I hated it. Now I love it again, though I’m not sure why. I’ve never had much to show for my love of this amazingly difficult game, other than a few mental bruises. Maybe I used to take it too seriously, but I’ve got a life now and golf has found its proper perspective.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to beat the crap out of this sport. It’s beat me up enough in the past. Time for a little revenge. My game is under repair. I will suck no more.
*To read a little more about what brought me back to golf, read my first post on this blog. Or feel free to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.