Golf at My Own Pace: Starting Again

There’s a strange feeling that comes with returning to something you once loved.

Golf has always been there for me. Not always consistently, not always seriously; but always in the background. A game I could dip in and out of. A place where, for a few hours at least, everything else quietened down.

But this time feels different.

I’m not coming back to golf as the same person.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve learned more about myself than I ever expected. I’ve been diagnosed as autistic, which helped me understand why I experience the world the way I do. It didn’t “change” me—but it gave me clarity. It gave me permission to stop forcing myself into ways of living that never quite fit.

Alongside that, since 2013 I’ve been living with coronary heart disease. That changes things too. It forces you to slow down. To listen. To respect your limits in a way you might have ignored before.

So when I say I’m coming back to golf… I mean I’m coming back differently.

This isn’t about chasing a handicap or comparing myself to others. It’s not about how far I hit the ball, or how often I play.

It’s about pace.

My pace.

Some days that might mean 18 holes. Other days it might mean standing on a driving range, hitting a handful of balls and calling it a win. It might mean walking a course slowly, noticing things I never used to—light, sound, space.

Golf, for me, is becoming something else entirely.
A way to reset.
A way to breathe.
A way to reconnect.

This blog is where I’ll share that journey.

The good rounds. The frustrating ones. The small victories that most people wouldn’t even notice—but matter more than anything.

If you’ve ever felt out of step with how something should be done… maybe this will resonate.

I’m not playing golf the “right” way.

I’m playing it my way.

At my own pace.

It’s all about progress, not perfection.