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A Caddie.


My dream job is exactly the opposite, neither dream, nor job.

There is a conception that you must work, sweat, toil, struggle at your job.

What is the dream in that? The dream is leaving such a job.

They say “love your job, never work a day in your life.”

Easier said than done.

To find said dream job, dissect peace by piece.

Dream. What do I dream? What am I?

I am hard-working, passionate, giving, creative.

I use my strengths and embrace my weaknesses.

I live through my experience of everything, note what I love and what I do not.

Nature. Beauty. Competition. Sport. Travel.

A golf course.

Anyone who knows what Titleist and Bogey mean, understand,

Easier said than done.

But then what, what is my place, where do I fit.

I am hard-working, passionate, giving, creative.

It is not to work against the course, but with the course.

Give creative insight, a different outlook.

A golf caddie.

I live for the natural beauty of a competitive sport.

Each hole, an opportunity to build off the last, each tournament a fresh start.

We are meant to collaborate, coincide, complement.

And what I cannot do, I will coach.

What I see, I will share.

What I love, I will do.

Caddie.

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