For the first time in seven years, my handicap has increased over the year. This time I started at a record low of 4.1, and after a full season of golf it has unfortunately gone up to a 4.7 (despite playing on the golf team and practicing regularly). Thea keeps reminding me that I should just accept my fate. I am getting older: meaning that my athleticism and thus also my golfing skills will inevitably get worse and worse. Until who knows how bad. I still refuse to give in and will not accept such a disappointing fate. If I just practice enough and get my mind in the right flow, while I might not become a professional, I should still be playing at a much better level. No excuses and no questions asked. Oh well, better luck next year.