thinking

after the ass whooping i got on the links during this past weekend, it suddenly dawned on me.

i'm over-thinking this whole golf swing thing.

countless idle hours were spent visualizing the perfect (or what i perceive to be perfect) swing, and more were spent trying to figure out how to execute said swing.

but then when you're on the course and you're standing over the ball, maybe it's time to shut of your brain, swing and see where the tiny dimpled ball flies towards.

maybe sometimes we have, in our pea brains, what the perfect execution is, and we tend to overthink it, trying to get as close to it as possible. maybe we should just try and see how it turns out?

i mean, thinking was never my forte anyways.