I was mad. I had just rolled a short putt past the hole. My friend saw my frustration, he said “just look around”. Three simple words. He was right. A beautiful day in paradise, an incredible golf course, and life long friends. He was right. Just look around. People don’t stop to look around. I am guilty, most of us are. We are so caught up in our daily grind that even the fun stuff can cause a certain degree of angst. When the doctor says the word cancer, you stop. Not to look around but rather to look down. We seem to look down when bad news arrives. Do our shoes have the answers? Perhaps my neatly pressed pants hold the key to this problem? That tile is lovely but why did they choose that color grout? Questions.
I don’t often offer advice but here goes; take time to look around- today, everyday. Just look around. Life is great. By the way; Rick, Daryl and Troy…great golf trip, thank you for the highlight.
That golf trip was after my skin cancer surgery. After I lost a third of my lower lip because I was an idiot (see earlier blog posts). It was the first time I have ever worn dermatologist approved sunscreen. It was also the first time I had ever worn UPF sun protection clothes. Sun safety is simple. But it takes effort. Nothing in life is easy and cheap…love your skin and protect it. Preach-alert, here comes the sun vigilante. Wear sunblock. Wear a hat. That’s it. A two sentence lecture. I rarely endorse, it is not what I do but I would like to introduce you to Coolibar. I love the clothes, the hats and the attitude of this Minnesota company (www.coolibar.com). Go to their website. Look at the research, look at the sunblock options and look at the clothes. Then look back at my Hawaiian Tropic number 2 tanning oil and my beat up baseball cap and remember that idiot from all those years ago. That idiot is now a 51 year old skin cancer survivor. He loves chicken wings and 80s music. He desperately loves his wife and daughters and wonders who will win the best picture at the Oscars. He registered for the Lifetime Minneapolis triathlon this summer with his best friend. He thinks he looks good in slim cut jeans. He is me. He is going through 30 days of chemotherapy because he was a sun worshipping, sun tan bed idiot.
Thanks for stopping by, end of day 10. Just look around…