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I’ve been getting these little video nuggets of golf wisdom and the Square to Square method from Doug Tewell: 8 Golf Myths.
He sends them to my email.
Today I received Myth 5: Turning the Club Head
“Do you turn it off?” the subject line reads.
And in the body of the email:
“If you’ve been turning the club off in your follow-through, then this video is for you.”
Surely Mr. Tewell wasn’t intending to inspire deep reflection about my life and my head based on this phrase or the position of my club head. But he did.
And it couldn’t have come at a better time.
In golf, as in life, sometimes you don’t even realize that it’s off. That you’ve turned it off.
Yes, consider how it turned off in the first place. But don’t dwell on it.
Focus and turn it back on.
All of it. Maximum power. Full-bore.
You never know who’s calling even when the ID says it’s so and so.
Most of the time it’ll be that person. But it’s those exceptions that can get you.
A few minutes ago, my phone rang. The caller ID notified me it was one of my best friends.
She calls for good reason. Never just to chit chat. She knows I don’t really like to talk on the phone. So when she calls I always answer when I can.
This time, I answered her call using what was my closest impression of Yoda.
The response was a pause.
It was my friend’s husband. He’s 35 years older than my friend and has had a very successful life in film, art, photography. To describe him as accomplished would be an understatement. He’s sweet and sociable but a shrewd businessman and serious in all of his professional pursuits, of which there are many.
I don’t think he made the Yoda connection though it wouldn’t surprise me if he was on a first name basis with George Lucas.
Fortunately, he has a wonderful sense of humor.
After his initial Hello, he simply laughed. Then he said, Obviously, Marie, the better half has stolen the other half’s phone to call you.
He was calling to thank me for some consultation on one of his projects and for connecting him with a company I work with. He said he hired the company and was over the moon about the results.
Earlier in the week I had a similar conversation with the co-founder of the company. He called me gushing about how excited he was to be working on the project with my friend’s husband and I could literally hear and see his smile through the phone. Like a five-year-old receiving a new toy.
I don’t share my resources with just anybody. And I do so only when I feel the connection is solid. When the personalities fit. When the connection will equally benefit everyone involved.
I knew the connection between my friend’s husband and the company needed to be made. It wasn’t just my gut telling me this. I have experience with what my friend’s husband needed after going through his project. And I’ve invested time in the company I was recommending to do the job. I hired them to work on a big project. I’ve worked closely with everyone on their team. From the copywriters and designers to the two founders. They know their stuff. And they genuinely seem to love what they’re doing. They offer their services at a fair price. They’re efficient, flexible, transparent, communicate their moves. Professional. They’ve built my trust in them.
I told the co-founder that he owed me my finder’s fee cocktail.
I’ll buy you the bar, was his response.
There’s nothing more uplifting than feeling like you’ve helped get something done. When the stars align. When you can confidently refute the adage, It’s not what you know but who you know.
It’s who you know AND what you know.
The way my apartment is designed, there’s an entire wall of windows that faces east and overlooks Bushwick. I keep those windows curtainless since the light and view is what I love most about the space.
This open design also means that to a certain degree my apartment is visible to the buildings and high rises across the way. They’re far enough away though that the threat of Peeping Toms doesn’t register and change what I do and the way I navigate around the space.
This morning, as with every morning, the sunrise and chirping starlings were my wake-up call. The starlings like to sit on my sill and socialize.
They were particularly chatty this morning and so when I woke up, I wanted to see how many of them there were. I slowly and carefully walked toward the window, keeping my body hunched low to get a closer look. But as soon as I got within two feet of them, they flew off.
But it got me thinking about invisibility and whether the birds would know and sense I was there even if I were invisible to their particularly keen eyes.
They’re back again now that I’m sitting on the couch a safe distance away, sipping my coffee, mapping out my day and the coming week, ignoring them.
The thought of being invisible seeps back into my thoughts and I wonder, What would I do if I were invisible today? Completely invisible to all external senses. No living creature can see, hear, smell, taste, or feel me. And it only lasts for 24 hours. These are the parameters and conditions my mind set.
I suppose I’d do multiple checks to confirm that I hadn’t gone bat crazy and was actually invisible. First thing would be to knock on my neighbor’s door, say Hi and confirm with their response.
My clothes, would they be invisible, too? Let’s agree they would be. Though it would really be something else to wander the city naked without feeling the temperature. Especially now during the cold winter.
Would I call someone? No. I’d keep it a secret.
Hollywood. What would Hollywood do?
Rob a bank? A jewelry store? No. Too complicated. Sneak in to a Citibank, steal passwords into the system, get into my account and add zeros. Maybe. But someone would be fired because of it and I think the guilt would get to me. Or the bank would figure out that there was a computer error anyhow.
I’d probably not be hungry since I’d be too wound up at first. But I’d probably walk into a restaurant and steal bites from entrees just as they were being served. Because I could. I’m sure I’d do little things like that at first since I’d likely still not believe I was invisible.
I’ve only got a day.
Goodness I’m bad at this.
I’m not particularly interested in knowing my loved ones’ or acquaintances’ secrets. They’re secrets. Personal.
But I would go to see them and interact with them as evidence. I’d bring my phone and charger and snap pictures of them going about their business, not a clue I was present.
I might visit unrestricted places. Take more pictures. Jot down what people say and what they’re doing so I could publish an article or write a book about what happened when I was invisible for a day.
I might go to the airport and sneak on a personal jet. But everywhere I want to go would waste my precious minutes. And how would I get back?
I could fly to the White House and see what Obama does. Washington, DC isn’t too far from NYC. But he’s abroad right now I think. I could still take pictures of things the public doesn’t have access to. More for the book.
The question was posed by YAHOO recently and most responses fell into the categories of heroism, theft, revenge and retribution against personal and political injustice, pranks. Here are some examples:
Take upskirt shots of all the sexy ladies I find.
I would probably sneak in the headmaster’s office and see the question papers of every subject (we have to cram for our papers). Then I’ll break in a bank heist and well steal..ahem ‘borrow’ some million dollars and then go on planning my trips to my most favorite places of the freaking world! Oh goodie what fun will it be!:)
Wear a bed sheet and go into public to scare people, when they think it’s a prank and try to pull the sheet off, they’ll sh*t their pants xD
Spook the NSA. HA HA let’s see them get a taste of their own medicine!
Just once I would like to go shopping and be barefoot. That’s what I would do. Let my hair, make up and dressing up to shop I would wear my old worn out jeans and just have fun.
Well…I already am invisible.. no one notices me… nothing would change *sigh*
If I ever became invisible for a day, I would be kinda like a guardian angel; saving people who end up in accidents like: car accidents, fires, floods, kidnappings, robberies, suicide attempts… etc. I would just go about doing good for that day and protecting people… and animals. That would be one day of miracles and less people and animals getting hurt.
I would clean out every Swarovski store I could get to in a day……and add countless pieces to my collection!!! Mwauh-Hahahahahahahahaha
I would rob a bank! No joke. I’d use my power of invisibility to it’s very best potential, and to me, that would be to rob a bank and take as much money as I could carry. Then I’d get a gun and shoot David Cameron 🙂
Go to walgreens target and walmart and just get tons of stuff. then run naked for the rest of the day 😛
The answers went similarly and endlessly on like that.
Needless to say but I will anyhow, my fellow humankind was no help. Good for a quick chuckle, sure. But overall uninspiring. And with the exception of Millymollymandy who unabashedly and stupidly announced she would shoot a world leader, the answers were expected and benign. Granted the forum is yahoo. But still.
I was hoping for more and instead got bored. So I searched more about invisibility.
Did you know that for 24.99 a month you can hire this company to act as your invisible boyfriend or girlfriend? They send text messages and call you. Here’s the article. Hire Invisible Boyfriend.
Well that kept me amused for all of five minutes.
So I searched some more.
CHA ching! Jackpot. I discovered that there’s an actual 3-D cloaking device in existence, The Rochester Cloak, and along the way learned some cool facts about invisibility and how it works. Watch the video:
I’ve spent an enjoyable morning on invisibility. Now it’s time to show myself to the world.
But before I sign off…how would you use this or any cloaking device? What would YOU do if you were invisible for a day?
There’s nothing like the experience of trying to upload a 244MG video onto your youtube channel. Especially when it’s your first time uploading a larger, longer file and you’re using your smart phone since it’s the only thing you have right now that can do it. RIP dearest laptop.
The first few minutes of monitoring the status bar, watching as it fills and moves from 2% to 5% to 12% feels not necessarily good good but good.
It’s working. Okay.
You’re watching it. Can’t take your eyes off of it because even though it’s been working so far, something might happen. You might have to jump in and do something.
You see 17% now. Steady.
Seven minutes have passed. You’re rewarded or cursed by having been right in keeping an eye on the bar.
Because the screen goes black. Sleep mode.
You tap the screen. Nothing. You curse a little, remembering you have to swipe to unlock the phone. Anxiety creeps in.
20%. It’s still uploading.
You have experience now. You know the black screen and sleep mode is coming again soon. You still don’t trust that if you let it stay black in sleep mode that it will continue to upload. Because the first time it happened, you caught it in time. You stopped the unknown from happening. Or so you’ve made yourself believe.
So you’re stuck. You have to stick to the plan. Stick to the phone.
The screen goes black again. Only this time you swipe too aggressively and the Hunter Mountain skiing video is playing and the upload bar has disappeared.
You hit the back button praying the upload is still happening.
42%. You’re still on track.
And now you know to watch for the black screen AND swipe with feeling.
You’re a little more confident, have a little more trust.
But now 20 minutes have passed with you having sat glued to the phone.
You’re more than half way there.
You’re invested in getting this uploaded. And more anxiety creeps in as the time passes.
Now your’re anxious and excited.
So you begin talking to the phone. Urging it on. You can do it, You say. Just a little bit more.
You’ve got it. Keep going. Almost there!
And you continue with your cheers, words of motivation.
88%. 92%. 96%. It’s on the last stretch. A minute or two more and you’ll be there.
And you made it.
But then it stays at 100%. Full red.
A minute passes.
Still 100%. Still full red. And you don’t want to move. You watch it. Looking for signs of change. Signs of life.
Now it’s processing the video.
So you do it again. But it’s much harder this round.
There’s no visual indicator–no % or the movement of the red line.
You’re anxious. Frustrated.
And so you change tactics.
You walk away. Let go of the phone. Ignore the black sleep. You stop yourself from looking at it.
I’ve done what I can, you say to the phone.
It’s out of my hands. It’ll upload or it won’t.
Still. You better upload you grunt with your fist in the air.
And it does.
This time, it does. It worked.
And since you’ve suffered through this post… here’s the video: Eating Live Razor Clams. It was my first time.
Eating Live Razor Clams: http://youtu.be/dvCr-h_g0no
I have to reset. Oh, nothing heavy. It’s my day off and too pretty out to make any real fuss. And if all goes as planned, soon I’ll be unplugged, out of commission, unreachable and RELAXING at my favorite Russian Bath house in the city! WOOP WOOP!
I have to reset the volume on my cell phone. I inadvertently kept it on full the other night when I was wishing for the bath house and all I could do was soak in my tub.
Earlier in the day my neighbor asked me to let his airbnbers into his apartment if he was running late and I told him I might not be home but if I was, Sure, I said. Have them text me.
I have a buzzer. Foolishness, Marie. Foolishness.
So I kept the volume on high instead of in its usual vibrate mode.
At 206am, four consecutive texts arrive, the third jarring me from sleep. The fourth annoying me. I assumed it was one of those blasted group messages that could go on for hours. Or maybe there’s an emergency. Something critical.
So I got up and checked.
Obviously I wasn’t yet lucid.
I’m actually happy to have gotten up and checked.
The messages were from my sister in LA, where it’s reasonable to be up and about especially when (my sister’s a teacher) schools are closed and there’s no work the following day.
She called me a Superstar! But that’s not entirely why I was so pleased. It was the thought that she was 1. So excited that she couldn’t wait to share her findings with me; 2. That she was only now discovering Orange is the New Black; and 3. That we have the kind of relationship where we communicated like this. That despite the distance we’ve always remained close.
Maybe one day I’ll have earned the privilege of being a Superstar (unlikely that’ll happen on TV) but for something I’ve worked hard for and am passionate about. Until then, while I don’t actively seek it out or rely on it to move forward, it’s nice to hear positive reinforcement from time to time for something I’ve participated in–whether the role is in the background sidelines or in the foreground as a principal actor. Especially when it comes from the people who matter.