Waking up on Sunday is usually slow. The thought of school tomorrow, the assignments due, and the thoughts resurfacing from the night before are all factors that make me want to lie in bed another hour.

The only thing different this Sunday was a mid-morning tee time with Archer and Ray. Golfing is an escape from reality. The complex thoughts and pits of feelings vanish. In the moment, the only thing you can think about is getting the ball from the tee to the hole.

Between shots, the sounds of music and laughing with friends fill every corner of my mind. Playing in the summer heat with a cold drink puts me on vacation, even if it were only for a couple of hours.

At the end of golf, we got lunch. The feelings of life and reality began to set back in. I got changed, went to work, and finished the day in the gym. I went to bed, my head full of thoughts, waiting for Monday.

P.C. Google