Egg Salad heals all wounds. A new story of mine in The Capra Review.
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END OF THE LINE: STORIES, STANZAS AND SCENES INSPIRED BY FISHING
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Golf – Getting Closer
My friend Moe is a character. He is “Old-School” Brooklyn, born and raised and having spent his entire life in the Borough of Kings, and is attached to its neighborhoods and to its people like cream cheese on a bagel.
About once or twice a year Moe and I go golfing, usually at a course in Southern Brooklyn, about three long drives and a chip shot from Jamaica Bay. When I play with Moe, who despite edging near the deep end of his 70’s carries his own bag, I always come away with some unexpected wisdom, which, like my putting, takes a while to sink in. On our most recent trip, I was playing poorly, not an uncommon occurrence, but the level of bad shots squeaking off my clubs was exceptional. After another dribbling drive, I banged my wood hard to the ground, shouting out some choice words with more force than the swing I had just taken. Moe, seeing my upset, and perhaps tiring of it, interceded.
“John, John,” he said, his voice as smooth as his follow through, “why are you getting so mad?”
“Because I stink. I can’t hit the ball.”
“You hit it.”
“So what, now you’re closer. That’s how I look at my shots,” he continued, “short, long, middle, whatever…as long as I’m closer to the pin, I’m satisfied.”
It took another few hacks and hooks until what he said found the cup: expectation was the source of my trouble, not my swing, not my wobbly hips, not my sloppy wrist turns, not even the choice of my club, but the choice I made before each swing. Basically, before I even took a shot, I had determined the best outcome, had already set in mind where I wanted the ball to end up. And when it didn’t, when it rolled five yards instead of 300, I reacted with anger and frustration.
Once I adopted Moe’s “just get it closer” mantra, things changed. When I stepped up to the tee, my only intention was to move the ball forward, and since I was almost certain to do so (I admit to hitting a few balls in my life that ended up behind me after colliding with trees, and, once, a golf cart), I no longer felt rage at an unmet expectation. Instead, I felt pleased by my output, and, with this change of attitude, my game improved. By changing my expectations, by releasing the pressure to achieve a pre-specified goal, I was able, conversely, to reach that goal.
It was a powerful lesson Moe gave me, and while it was intended to help my golf game, I have integrated the mantra into my writing practice, changing expectations whenever I place my hands on the keyboard. Rather than “I must finish my story today,” I tell myself, “I want to get closer to finishing my story today, whether that means writing one word, one-thousand words, or just learning why I wrote one word as opposed to 1,000 words.” I have found that by doing this, that when I am done writing, I am less stressed, more content, and much more positive about what I accomplished. And just like that day on the golf course with Moe, my writing output, and my enjoyment from the experience, has increased.
I am also using Moe’s mantra when it comes to marketing my work, changing expectations from, say, “My new story must be placed in a top journal,” to, “I will send the story out for consideration, and whatever happens will bring me closer to the goal of publication.”
Moving forward, I know I will deviate from the mantra now and again, that I will probably erupt in anger some day after hitting a wayward drive, or curse the literary heavens after receiving another form rejection letter from a publishing house. But just knowing this, accepting that I am not perfect, actually expecting imperfection, helps me get closer to the ultimate goal of…getting closer.
My story “Gravity” is in this wonderful new journal, Douce, created and produced by one of my former writing students.
“What’s Wrong With This Picture?” Not much! My original short story of the same name will appear this coming November 22nd and 23rd as a one-act play at the Midtown International Theatre Festival.
Find out more at http://www.midtownfestival.org.
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