Yesterday I played a round of therapeutic golf. My client and I left the office on a beautiful, warm afternoon and headed for the hills. Indian Hills, that is.
We walked and talked. We played 9 holes. It felt like play too. Funny, huh. My client has NOT been playing much of late. He’s been going through a serious shitstorm. Funny that one of the best recipes for surviving storms is to find a way to play more in the midst of ’em. Makes no sense and feels completely wrong to play when your mind tells you that you’re in the middle of a shitstorm.
Play, anyway.
Yesterday I played 7 poor holes of golf and 2 that were alright. I hit a bunch of shots that were really lousy and 1 that was laugable. I melted one too. That one, I’ll remember.
AND, I called my client on my way home and told him what a pleasure it had been to play with him. I laughed one more time and congratulated him on his fine play. He had played one of his best 9 holes in recent memory. Of course he had. He thanked me for calling and told me how much he LOVED being with me. His tone told me he meant it. I felt myself tingle ever so slightly and knew instantly that I was tasting that most memorable emotion of “awe.” I was amazed how much better my client sounded after simply playing with someone that wanted to play. It hit me that it’s right there for all of us.
Who knew that golf was really just a game to be played with those that want to play. Who knew…
Remember, the more we play together, the more we want to stay together. Play with that thought today.
Play with it. Play with. PLAY
BUILT TO LEAD 