I Need a Caddie

         I think I need a caddie. I need someone walking behind me, holding my metaphoric clubs while whispering, “You got this. Good choice. Have you considered….?” I have no idea what the caddies say to their golfers, but it must be some good stuff because you see the same caddie with the same golfers year after year!!

     Some days, I feel like I am just “maintaining.” I usually feel this way when faced with the same damn chores at home I am constantly faced with daily. They will still be there waiting for me if I do not do them. If I ditch them to write or read, they will still be there and probably in worse/messier/dirtier shape as time passes.

     The caddie would do everything I hated doing, and they would do it with a smile and a good attitude. They would anticipate what I need and then provide me with it-always thinking of ways to help me succeed.

     No caddie today. I am carrying my own bag and cursing all the way doing it. Some days are like that. Or months. Or years. Or decades. I need a caddie.