How It All Started

Welcome to 4700 Golf Journals. I'm so glad you stopped by.

You're probably wondering why this blog is titled "4700 Golf Journals". No, this isn't a blog about cute ladies golf shoes or golf bags. Looking to improve your swing? Nope. Not here. Visit ladies-golf-central.com for that kind of reading pleasure.

This blog exists because of 4700 golf journals. What does that mean exactly?

It means I have 4700 golf journals in my garage. Cute, fun, functional, golf journals. You're probably wondering why anybody would have that many golf journals sitting in their garage, regardless of how cute they are.

I'm kind of wondering the same thing.

There was a method to my madness, really. Trust me, you'll hear the story. You'll laugh, you'll cry.

Just know and trust me when I say that these journals have a purpose. They have meaning. They will not be the bane of my existence. They are my friends. Weird, I know, but they really have become friends. I talk to them, I complain to them, I cuss them out on occasion. I smile at them because of the hope they give me. They have been here for me for 18 long months.

Now they must go.

The time has come. The clock is ticking. It's 2010 and I'm ready to have my garage space back. I'm ready to pay off the debt I incurred in creating my new friends. I'm ready for others to enjoy the magic of these journals. Most of all, I'm ready to say I succeeded at something.

So, the challenge has begun. I must sell these 4700 golf journals by December 2010. No more messing around. I can't scrape the ice off my windshield for another winter. That is why I bought a house with a nice garage attached.

How did this all begin? Oh, my friend, you will hear the story.

But let's start slow.