My caddy chided me today for something i myself never noticed.

She said that the last time she carried for me, she remembered my playing style well. Because Apparently I was the only player willing to push the ball further and take chances. I could tee my ball into the ground, pull out my driver and sting a shot on a par 3.

Today, she said that i've become timid, as if somewhat scared and reserved. That I was becoming different. I started laying up shots, never daring to push for the green on the other side of the canyon. I started hesitating when it concerned shaping my shot. For the first time, I noticed I was scared.

On the last hole, she told me to try. And said that if i didn't try, i will never know. I laughed at her comment. She didn't know why.

I won that hole.

I had to know. I tried. But I was wrong.

My fingers are starting to ache.
But there's still 698 more to go.