I was traveling for almost two weeks. I had a couple gigs and did a pit stop in Florida to see my mother and father. My dad and I have a ritual that we always play golf together. This last game was great - my best ever. We were playing fast enough that we had two guys ahead of us wave us through. That had NEVER happened to me.
Let me just say that I stink at golf, so "better than ever" is relative. Here's the interesting thing. The last time I played golf is with my dad a few years ago. I have not hit a ball or swung a club since then. We did not shoot a bucket of balls first either, we marched right up to the first tee. And with only a single practic swing, I hit the ball nice.
There have been many books about golf that discuss the mental aspects and how the more we think the worse our game. Perhaps this is what is in play here. I don't really care about my score. Sure, when I hear that nice sound when I connect the club and ball perfectly, it is sweet. But I am playing to have fun with my dad.
I believe we overthink many things. Perhaps we are getting in our own ways by practicing and not just getting on with it!