so. much. variance.
My little brother texted me a picture of his golf scorecard from the other day. Two eagles in one round were the immediate highlights. One was on the first hole of the day. A reachable par 5. Driver, hybrid, 10 foot putt into the hole was the narrative right out of the gate. Propelled by the start, he proceeded to bogey the next hole. Flux. The round concluded with a smooth and solid 74, a tie for his best.
Impressive for sure.
Last time he shot a 74, he did not have 2 eagles. My best round ever was a 74, I didn’t have any eagles.
Golf is a weird sport. We play continually, over and over again, for about a 10 shot variance. But within the variance of a measly 10 shots, are about 100,000 different varieties in arriving at the conclusion of our final score for the day. Sometimes we have two eagles, sometimes we have no eagles, and both times we can shoot 74. Or 84. Or whatever.
But then there’s life and holy hell does that complicate things. You're not boxed in by score on card or par for hole. You just have this wide open field where everything is a fairway and green and rough and water hazard at the same time! And there is ever unfolding variance. And where do we even begin?!
There is no concluding point to these thoughts, other than the idea that there is never nothing to do or be or see or become. We pay for the ever varied golf round, we are addicted to it. But the ever varied life is truly ever varied. And we don’t even have to pay for it. So, what’s going to happen today?