This is a very personal blog.
One I've been trying to figure out how to write for a couple of months.
I know that it's why I haven't been as engaged with the quality of this blog lately.
I knew my topic, I just couldn't get it out.
Our strategy at Mint has shifted a lot since the first blog.
The dynamic of the company has changed drastically.
Financially and philosophically.
Prodigy wasn't a planned menu item on January 1st.
The Touring Pro players negative reactions to Hole 18 weren't either.
The changes are happening partly due to the need to grow as a business, and also because we were just tired of the weight we carried for other peoples feelings toward Mint.
When we started Mint, all three of us were already pretty active in that version of the Austin disc golf community.
Guy was known collector and avid tournament player, with a larger than life personality. He still has one of the largest and most expensive Vibram collections of anyone on the planet. He had a bag for every manufacturer. He wanted to throw every disc and know why it worked like it did. He wanted to embrace everything that the sport had. That mutual love for every disc shape definitely helped connect us.
Chris owned Bearded Brothers and together with Andy, Maz and myself, we had been running the Bat City Bombers club. A club that existed to sort of bring other clubs together. We didn't draw lines. We welcomed everyone. Chris gave out untold amounts of energy bars without asking for much in return. He brought me into Bearded Brothers when I need it. He shared his opportunities with others.
I cut my teeth at Disc Nation. Hot Stamper. Disc nerd. Up and coming young pro. Sponsored by Millennium, then Legacy. Ran free clinics at the shop.
So since I joined the PDGA in 2009, I have tried to share disc golf.
I was 24 then.
I turn 40 next month.
I have given more to disc golf than most of my peers in Texas.
That's not ego. That's a fact I've earned.
I take pride in that dedication.
I want others do it better than I could.
I know there's some trying and I love seeing it.
I come from an era where you couldn't learn how to throw on YouTube.
Tournaments happened once a month.
The tee pads were dirt.
Chains were single.
I wanted to be a cog back then.
A part of something.
A Step.
A Shoulder.
Found myself leading.
In my early 20's I faced a lot of the same depressive thoughts that fueled me for most of last year.
Lost. Aimless. Blurry. Manic.
Failing because I was afraid of failing.
I didn't have a place to let that out. Work on myself.
I had my own thoughts. That’s it.
Then I had disc golf.
Disc Golf is what gave me my direction 16 years ago.
Let me work on myself. Prove I can be good at things.
In retrospect, depression and self doubt is at the heart of why disc golf means so much to me.
It made me happy.
Shaped my direction.
It was something I was happy to share with others.
I knew if I found my happiness here, others could to.
So it really hurt when it all of a sudden disc golf became the reason I was sad.
That my contributions to disc golf were reasons some people didn't like me or my opinions.
That they could use that against Mint for their own gain.
So I finally decided to sit down and let some of that out today.
All because of this quote that someone shared with the world:
"Think of your energy as if it’s expensive. As if it’s like a luxury item.
...not everyone can afford it.
...not everyone has invested in you in order to be able to have the capital for you to care about this.
Cause what you spend your energy on:
THAT’S THE DAY.” - Taylor Swift
I'm going to keep sharing what I love about disc golf.
Figure out ways to make myself better.
That's what disc golf did for me 16 years ago.
Made me better.
Can't stop now just because it hurt.
More to learn.
Even more to share.
Forward Momentum.
My motivation.
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