On my 25th birthday, I guess one could say I had a minor quarter-life crisis. I wasn’t depressed, just anxious. The previous few years were incredible; was in good health, I graduated college, had a great paying job and last May (07’) moved to Southern California.
I asked myself if the life route I was on, especially career wise, was in the direction I wanted to be in. And, well, it wasn’t.
So, I saved up a little cash, and then decided to get back in-shape, obtain my amateur status and practice golf every single day. This is my story...