2020 is a mulligan

I’ve been alive since 1972. I’ve hated golf that entire time. I mean there was a period between 0-6 that I didn’t know it existed, and there was a period of 27-34 when I played golf to try to meet rich folk for work. 

But golf sucks. Fuck golf. 

Yet when one plays it there is wiggle-room. If you’re playing with friends, and you fuck up a drive, you get a mulligan. You pretend it never happened. It’s between us. 

We all need to do that for 2020. 

I’ve fucked up this year. Badly. 

Some of the people I care about the most have fucked up this year. Extremely. 

But next year we all need to forgive one another, and we need to do it unreservedly. 

Why? Because if we don’t, we are diminished. We lose friends, we calcify scars, and we put people into a void. 

None of us deserve that. Maybe I do, but you don’t, and neither do your friends and family. 

So, I propose we declare 2020 a mulligan. I’m doing it. I hope you’ll join me.