Inner Golf

I recently read possibly the best description of golf in a book titled “Inner Golf” by Timothy Gallwey:

So here is the mental situation, as I see it, facing the brave soul who plunges innocently into the awesome game of golf. His ego will be attracted to the rich psychic rewards offered by success in the sport, and it will fear the imagined devastation that failure to perform up to a reasonable norm may bring. After he has played a few rounds, he will have hit enough good shots to provoke unquieting thoughts of heroism – if only he can learn to repeat consistently what he has shown that he can do on occasion. But unknown to the novice player, the mechanics of the game dictates that the probabilities of hitting those shots consistently are almost nil. Furthermore, he will be surrounded by prophets with both mental and technical golfing keys promising to deliver him from his evils, and to unlock the gates leading into the heaven of good golf. Confused by the long lists of dos and don’ts, ranging from sound fundamentals to superstitious mental magic, he will tend to analyse each shot and try to compensate for each mistake. Then he will compensate for the┬ácompensation. Between failures he will have all the time in the world to think, and while doing so to increase his tension and doubt, while after success he won’t be able to resist the temptation to analyse how to repeat it. Put this all together in the head of one man or woman who is already suffering the tensions of twentieth-century life, and what you have in an intriguing but dangerous game.

Golf, to me, is a never-ending personal test of self. We set goals, reach those goals, then set higher goals. We meet some great people along the way, form friendships and experience some truly beautiful landscapes this world has to offer.

From this page, I want to share some of my thoughts on golf, in the hope that I can give some insights for others struggling to find their way.