Then we roll into the store and my son has his theories on why we need one of everything. I love to explain how I’m all about the low-stress Costco runs where I don’t have to dodge Chevy Suburbans because we’re three rows over from the maniacs trying to navigate 10-passenger vans around Dodge RAMs. I love the questions about why we have to park way in the back right next to a cart corral. He’s being taught the art of finding the perfect parking spot well away from the mass of cars who need to park their massive SUVs as close to the front door as possible on a beautiful 58-degree Saturday.
It might sound bizarre, but Costco road trips with my five-year-old are joyous these days. Now, let’s go to the “joy” portion of the self-help. It’s just four guys out in the woods slapping around a golf ball and not sitting in front of a computer screen. The most important thing for me right now with golf is solitude. We need to know when to provide comic relief for the A-players and when to celebrate our successes like an A-player while never forgetting we’ll never be A-players. I’m no good, but we all have to fill our roles on the golf course. No, I haven’t been reading self-help books full of 101 deep questions to ask Internet readers. It stopped me in my tracks because this simple exercise is something I’ve been hitting on with the “What brings you joy?” question I’ve been asking readers for the last several months. What he was asking is “What do you do, for yourself, that brings you joy, like you used to experience when you were a child, free of responsibility?” One thing that stuck with Larry was a question the therapist presented to him: “What do you do for fun?”
Larry wrote about losing his father in 2021 and how he’d been going to a therapist to get his head right over the loss. I want to start this with something I saw on a former coworker’s Facebook timeline the other day. Weekend recap & the art of finding a parking spot at Costco
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