Today was my much needed day off, there was no rain in sight and I have not played recently. So I filled my water bottles and took off to my favorite park, even with the heat and humidity I felt I had to go. There was almost no one else there; I guessed most were waiting till later for the temps to go down to a more comfortable range. Yes I have work to do. Yes I was going to have fun, but all work and no play…you know the rest. As most days go I was not throwing particularly well, but I was still having fun, and sweating a lot and being attacked by bugs, no seriously I was having fun. Now I know this course and I enjoy it, but I was upset at myself for not throwing very well on holes I usually do throw well on. Once I walked to hole seven, otherwise known as Relaxation Station, a hole in the woods with a big bend to the left that is 215 feet. I sat down on the bench next to the creek and watched the water, I relaxed. After a drink, I chose my disc and stepped up to the pad and threw. I watched in anticipation, as always…the flight path, which was good…and then the loud rattle of the chains in the basket. I stood there, I knew what just happened but it still didn’t seem real. I have been trying and waiting for my first ace since I started playing four years ago, today it happened. I finally yelled loudly, I said I would do this when it finally happened. Did you hear me?
There are many things I talk about on my post and different themes I like to hit on, some keep reoccurring. Timing and coincidence are themes I like to talk about because of things I see every day that seem odd for how and when they happen. This morning I thought about not going because of the list of to-dos is growing and I wanted to be super productive. I logged onto my social media and I posted about disc golf because, well, disc golf; and deep down I really wanted to go play. I posted a picture on Facebook that I had seen somewhere on the internet of some clouds in a very strange formation over a mountain , it was like a Rorschach Test, my brain saw two disc golf disc flying through the air. For some reason I thought this was the day to post that picture I saw a month ago, and I captioned it The disc golf gods are calling. Somehow it just worked out today. Do I believe the disc golf gods like the fact I saw this picture and I saw it as disc and not clouds that this was a sign I should play today because today I would finally get my first Ace? I find that when we absolutely say why we know something happens we are being a little naive or even disingenuous. Today I turned right instead of left when I needed to turn right. Today life reminded me that this is what happens when you live, something can happen, today it was something good and I am grateful, grateful for the small things.