Mediocrity.

After months of heater-wasting, jacket-wearing frostiness, today's heartening rays of sunlight and encouraging chirps of birds were a pleasant introduction to Spring. The feeling of my hair flipping over my shoulders as a soft breeze teasingly snatched it and the calming warmth that the sun so patiently poured across my skin aroused the athlete within me that had been sleeping quite comfortably since winter track ended. I looked at all the greenness around me and remembered that golf season begins next week.

Not gonna lie, freshman year of golf was amazing. It's a nice feeling to be good at something. Praise is delicious - wouldn't you agree? But I got cocky, and paid for it, because sophomore year was probably the worst golf I've played since...well since I last sucked that badly. One of my friends overheard my coach tell another teacher that I was his "ticket to states." Guess what? I let him down. 

I don't want that to happen this year. I want to be the best. I need to be the best...because if there's one thing I hate, it's mediocrity. I do a lot of things - I play piano and violin, I run cross country and track, I write - but I am so freaking average at it all. Maybe I'm a perfectionist, or maybe I'm just insecure - either way, I need to know that there's something I'm good at. In the words of Relient K, I need to be "a little more than useless."

So call me greedy, but I want the gold, and will settle for no less. Here's to golf season '10.