Sometimes, I'm just not competitive. Sometimes, I just want to hit the little, yellow ball without the confines of a game, or a match, or points won and points lost. I just want some freedom to let go, and not really worry if the ball lands in or out. I want to unleash the discipline in my game, let loose and just hit the ball without consequence.
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- The Everyday Adventurer
- I can’t seem to find my way anywhere. I have systematically spun myself in circles. I’m tired of wearing this heavy backpack. I can’t find the Trailhead, but I do eventually stumble across the highway. My compass tells me that I need to head north. I pitch my thumb and start trying to hitch a ride. And I try for a while, with just about everyone driving by. I must look terrible, the backcountry having gotten the best of me. Finally, an old Hippie stops his jalopy and proceeds to drive me for several miles until my vehicle appears. Sitting right where I left it, only yesterday. Suddenly, I’m out of the Wilderness and back into the safety of my operating vehicle with a heater
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