Shot a 75 this morning.
On paper, that’s a good round. In reality, it came with a bit of everything—solid ball striking, one three-putt, and a putting day that felt far worse than the numbers actually show.
I had 29 total putts. Only one three-putt. But I also missed five putts from five feet and in.
That’s the part that sticks in my head.
Not the 75. Not the good swings. Not the solid approach play that kept the score together.
It’s the short ones.
But golf has a way of balancing things out if you stay in it long enough. A “bad putting day” that still produces 29 putts and a 75 isn’t really a bad putting day. It’s just one of those rounds where a small part of the game didn’t cooperate, and everything else carried the weight.
What stood out more than anything wasn’t the score or even the misses—it was the realization that I’m starting to shift how I look at the game.
I’m moving into playing more often. Almost daily when weather allows. And with that comes a different mindset.
There is always tomorrow.
That simple idea changes everything.
A missed five-footer today doesn’t need to become a story that follows me for a week. A slightly off rhythm putting stroke doesn’t need to be “fixed” before the next round. A 75 doesn’t need to be dissected like it’s the final exam.
YouI will just show up again tomorrow.
The game gets lighter when I stop trying to solve everything in a single round.
Play more. React less. Adjust tomorrow.
That’s where I’m heading now.
Not chasing perfect rounds. Not overreacting to imperfect ones.
Just playing. And knowing there’s always another tee time waiting.