Soul Scribbles

Today, I discovered a new obsession. It all started innocently enough—just a quick trip to Top Golf to see what all the fuss was about. I mean, how hard could it be? A little ball, a big target, and a swing. Simple, right? Spoiler alert: one hour later, I’m plotting my next visit and wondering if there’s a 12-step program for golf addiction.

The moment I stepped into the swanky, neon-lit arena, I felt a surge of excitement. This wasn’t your typical golf course. This was part arcade, part driving range, with a side of social hangout. I grabbed a club, took a deep breath, and let the first ball fly. It went… somewhere. Probably not where it was supposed to, but that was beside the point. I was hooked.

With every swing, I could feel my form improving (at least in my head). The satisfying thwack of the club hitting the ball became a mini adrenaline rush. I quickly forgot my initial plan of just “trying it out” and instead found myself immersed in the challenge, the strategy, and—most importantly—the fun.

Top Golf, with its immediate feedback and gamified approach, struck a chord with my ADHD brain. Targets to hit, scores to beat, and a digital scoreboard that made me feel like a pro in training. It was the perfect mix of focus and chaos, and I thrived in it. Plus, the atmosphere was a far cry from the stuffy, silent golf courses I’d imagined. This was loud, lively, and full of energy.

By the end of the hour, I had officially crossed the line from curious newbie to full-fledged enthusiast. My swings were still more “enthusiastic” than “accurate,” but that didn’t matter. I was already addicted to the thrill of the game and the promise of improvement.

So, if you need me, I’ll be the one at Top Golf, perfecting my swing and probably losing track of time. Because in this almost-40-year-old ADHD artist’s life, finding a new hobby that blends fun, focus, and a bit of physical activity is nothing short of a hole-in-one.