When you putt, and move, and think

Last year at this time, I was in a routine of going to visit grandpa. I would leave work in my car, sit in traffic, listen to a lecture series (on cassette) of physics for non-scientists. Grandpa and I would either swim, walk, or putt golf balls.

This routine gave me some real quality time with grandpa during his final months. I'll never regret that time. My routine visiting him, and listening to physics lectures, also meant I had an introduction to the basic academic understandings surrounding the universe, gravity, and motion. In part, I'm bringing this up because I miss my grandpa very much. I think about him very often. I tell stories about him - and I connect stories about myself to his example, his humor, and his life.

Also I bring up my routine of visiting grandpa because the physics lessons I got during my drives to see him made a bigger impression than I originally expected. In discussing life's ups and downs, its hard to ignore the physical comparisons...see what I did there? There are endless similarities between physical and psychological force. And though its naive to want to experience all of life's highs and lows, I really believe that life is lived to the fullest when one submits themselves to intense changes in altitude, speed, and trajectory.

I have Katie to thank for this question: "Do [you] ever feel like you can only really think when you're moving?"