Can you smell the warm weather coming? Ready to return to the comfort and serenity of the green fields? Imagine the feeling of the warm breeze caressing your face as you prepare to tee-off. Ready to embrace the club, your palms perspire with excitement. Your ears hunger to hear the sweet swoosh of the iron and the whack when it strikes the ball. During a period of seemingly endless silence, you watch the tiny white sphere sail through the air as it covers an expanse of emerald landscaping. Golf season is upon us. Will your game rise to an all time personal height, or will inflexibility, joint dysfunction and diminished coordination leave you buried in the sand traps?
We all have that spot. It’s a desk top, closet, bedroom, office, garage, a basement; a space so cluttered, so unorganized, so filled with stuff and nonsense that it is no longer functional. And one day, for some reason, we look at it all with new eyes. A new reality sets in; we gasp in dismay and wail out loud, “How did it get like this?”