Two thousand ten began at midnight, with an incredibly bright full moon. Good omen, I hope.
Disc golf-wise, this is the biggest unknown I’ve experienced in . . . . since I started playing in the late 80’s. At this point I’m guessing I won’t play in the Masters Cup, for the first time in 18 years, just like I missed the Faultline. But on the other hand a couple non-playing ventures might show progress. That’s a sign of aging, I guess, having ones accomplishments be ‘off the course’.
Happy New Year. Make 2010 the year you squeeze the most out of your potential. The year of the sponge.