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A Tale of Two Golf Journeys: From Partying to Passion
Golf has a funny way of finding you when the time is right. My journey with Golf started in 2003, but back then, I was more about the parties, late nights, and everything that did not include perfecting my swing. Sure, I liked golf —it had a fun element to it—but it was more of a fleeting interest than an actual hobby.
Fast forward to 2020, and life had taken a different turn. A new job, a fresh start, and then—a team day at Araluen Golf Resort. That day, something clicked. The lush fairways, the rolling hills, the crisp spring air, the challenge of the game—it all came rushing back. Suddenly, golf wasn’t just a casual pastime; it started to become a hobby I wanted to become better at.

The Lost Years: Golf vs. Party Life
Back in 2003, golf was something I enjoyed but never fully committed to, I did like the cute little outfits. The occasional round was fun, but let’s be honest—weekend parties were the priority. The idea of spending hours on the course when there was parting to to be done? Forget about it!
But even then, there was something about golf that stuck with me, and it wasn’t just the cute little outfits. Although they very much spoke to me. The precision, the patience, the satisfaction of just one well-struck shot—it was always there, waiting for the right moment to take center stage.
The Comeback: Araluen & A New Perspective
In 2020, everything changed. A new workplace, a fresh routine, and then—the team day at Araluen Golf Resort
Araluen, nestled in Roleystone, WA, is a stunning course surrounded by natural beauty. The moment I stepped onto the fairway, I felt it—the same excitement I had years ago as i dressed for the occasion, but this time, it was different. The game challenged me, focused me, and reminded me why I liked it in the first place.
- The breathtaking scenery made every shot more fun and an experience.
- Bonding with a new team added a new layer of enjoyment.
- The challenge of the course reignited my competitive spirit. I truely was no good, which made it personal.