Alright, so I saw the newsflash, ‘Tony Finau wins’. Good for him, really. It’s always great to see someone break through, especially after putting in the work. Seeing that actually got me thinking about a little challenge I’d set for myself recently, something I’d been dragging my feet on.
My Own Little ‘Tournament’
It wasn’t golf, nothing that fancy. It was about finally tackling the mess in my garage. You know how it gets. Stuff just piles up over the years. Tools, old paint cans, boxes of who-knows-what. It felt like my own personal mountain to climb, my own major championship of clutter.
Getting Started – The First ‘Tee Shot’
So, inspired by Finau’s persistence, I decided Saturday was the day. I woke up, had my coffee, and just walked straight into the garage. Didn’t overthink it. First step was just opening the big door and letting some light in. Honestly, that felt like a big move already.
I started by just pulling things out onto the driveway. Made a huge pile. It looked even worse out in the open! Neighbors probably wondered what was going on. It felt chaotic, like spraying shots left and right off the tee.
The Grind – ‘Making the Cut’
Then came the sorting. This was the real grind. Keep, donate, trash. Over and over. Found stuff I forgot I even owned. Some good memories, some just… junk.
- Sorted through boxes of old papers.
- Untangled a mess of cables that looked like spaghetti.
- Tested old tools to see what still worked.
- Made about five trips to the recycling bin.
There were moments I wanted to just shove it all back inside and close the door. It felt overwhelming. Like being stuck in a bunker, shot after shot, not getting out. You doubt if you can finish.
Pushing Through – ‘The Back Nine’
But I kept thinking, you just gotta keep going, one box at a time. Like Finau making those crucial putts. I put on some music, got into a rhythm. Started organizing the ‘keep’ pile onto the shelves I’d cleared. Swept the floor. It started to actually look like a functional space again.
The ‘Win’ – Finishing Strong
By late afternoon, I was done. Everything had a place, or it was gone. The floor was clear. I could actually park the car inside again! Standing there, tired but satisfied, looking at the organized space… that felt like my win. No trophy, no big check, but a real sense of accomplishment. It proved that just sticking with something, even a messy garage, feels pretty darn good in the end. Just gotta keep swinging, right?
