Figure Out How to Raise Your Thermostat

So I had this A-Ha moment coming home from golf. I need to figure out how to raise my thermostat level. by that I mean, I have to change my belief about my ceiling. I had just played golf obviously and I didn't have a bad game actually. But I caught myself a bunch of times thinking I couldn't make a shot because... or when I hit a good shot I caught myself thinking.... man I hope I could do THAT again. Or when i putted, I didn't think it was really going in. That's when I realized I had given myself a ceiling. It's not like I didn't hit some good shots. After all I did win 4 holes total, 2 of them i won outright (hole 2 and hole 5). The one on the 158 yard Hole 5 was my best actually. I whacked a 6 iron shot that went 150 yards on the green and 15 feet from the hole! I actually had a birdie putt. Too bad I missed that, but hey I'll take the par shot. There were other memorable shots too. On the next Hole (6), I had a nice fairway iron shot that went 120 yards and 10 feet from the hole. My irons were clearly working today. If I didn't suck so bad on the first 2 holes, I would have had a pretty good day. Still I continue to struggle with consistency and my bad holes on 1,2 and 4 were really bad. 6 was ok, I tied for the win on 8 with another good iron shot off the tee and then on the long Hole 9 I had 3 good shots all the way to the green. And then I mucked up the putts. Again, all in all not that bad a game but Greg clearly won because he was more consistent. I kept going over the same things before the game. Slow my swing down, control my breathing. I just allowed myself to get out of focus too much. That's when I hit bad shots is when i rush. And so on the drive home I realize that I may be subconsciously stuck to a "thermostat level" of winning 3 of 4 holes. And so I don't do so well once I get beyond that. And so I need to go back to figuring out how to break through these limiting beliefs. Back to NLP aren't I?

In the meantime I went home and had myself a nice healthy lunch... turkey quesadilla wrap over spinach and tomato. And some of that harvest soup that reminded me of the tomato basil soup we used to have with a little sour dough bread when Champagne was still open right next to Starbucks. Again another trip down memory lane. How many times did we go to Champagne after a morning of golf at Penmar? Sounds so long ago doesn't it? I can't even get a tee time at Penmar any more these days. Anyway, I was pretty well rested last night so I didn't take a nap. I did do some nice mid-afternoon meditation. And then my attention went to Game 7 of the NLCS. The Dodgers had come back from the dead and faced a winner-take-all game. Of COURSE I did not intend to watch it. But then again my neighbors must have been Dodger fans because I heard their screams and yells whenever something good happened that the Dodgers did. A scream and yell? A Dodger homerun. Game tied 3-3. Another yell and scream a half hour later. The Dodgers pulled ahead on another homerun! And that is how it would end. And so unlike previous years, unlike last year when I found myself consoling myself at the pool warming my toes, the Dodgers made it to the World Series again.  Wouldn't it be too cool for the Dodgers to follow the Lakers as World Champions? Last time that happened was the last time the Dodgers won a World Series. 1988. Crossing my fingers this time around. I told myself I'd try to get some work done this weekend because it's Tech Council Meeting week next week. But nope, I couldn't do it.  I made myself some unsuffed cabbage for the 2nd week in a row and watched Fear the Walking Dead. And watched a lot of Dodger post game. That's how Sunday and the weekend ended...