I had new grips put on my golf clubs this week.
The beauty of this is that I got to spend a little while surrounded by the toys of spring, summer and fall. It was delightful.
And it will be delightful again in March, when I actually use those clubs. I’ll pull one out of the bag, and think, “Oh yeah, new grips. Nice.”
That’s because I will have forgotten by then that I had my clubs regripped.
I really can be that simple. And I’m good with it.