Finding My Passion

” Bam! Swish! Plop!”, on the range my balls hit the 85 yard flag green. A passion is something that you love unconditionally and cannot stop going out to practice. It may take awhile to find it but the wait is definitely worthwhile.

As I said earlier, a passion is something you love. Not just love, but love unconditionally. That means nothing or no one can get in the way of a true passion.  Its crazy how much I love golf. I love golf so much that every day I want to be practicing. Whenever I have a bad day, I want to play even more. You gain more love for something when you improve by practice. Never underestimate the power of practice. People say that practice makes perfect, however there is no such thing as perfect in the game of golf. In golf it is all about how much you love the game and how well you take a bad day of golf. If you have a bad day of golf and get frustrated, go home, and not practice because you’re telling yourself you stink; its probably not the right sport for you. On the other hand, if you have a bad day, then go to the range the next day and practice the things you did wrong; that’s a real passion. You may not find your passion in the first thing you try,  but I promise you will find one.

A passion involves dedication, and dedication is hard to give. Don’t let that passion of yours just be sitting around, put practice into it. I hope that one day everyone can have a love for what they do.

Spanish Oaks Golf Club

It’s 5:00 in the morning. I slowly roll out of my bed, tired yet excited. The temperature is just right, not hot, not cold, but perfectly in the middle. I am where I wanna be:  golfing 72 holes. My favorite place is Spanish Oaks Golf Club.

The main reason why I love Spanish Oaks Golf Club is golf. My passion is golf. Nothing else can compare. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day I want to be at the golf course. It’s a love that’s never ending. I think about golfing everywhere: my house, school, breakfast, vacations, sleepovers, and I guess you pretty much get it. Golfing at Spanish Oaks Golf Club is like my mini-heaven.

Another reason is it’s a place to get away. Away from the angry teachers, the drama, friends that stab you in the back, and all the other things that I loathe.  Spanish Oaks is flawless, unlike my life. No yelling, no nothing, just peace and quiet. my ADD doesn’t affect me when I’m there, which is weird because it affects me everywhere else except Spanish oaks. it’s crazy how much love I have for the perfect Spanish oaks.

I haven’t listed even close to all things I love about Spanish Oaks. This place is my second home. I rely on it like my best friend. Spanish Oaks Golf Club is my favorite place on the planet.