I once had great goals and aspirations for golf course architecture....and then last week, I read here (and if its on golf club atlas, it must be true, no?) that no matter what I did, I was doomed to medicority. So, now, I have no goals.
I had been working on a set of the most wonderful green designs ever, full of the best features of the best greens, and without any flaws of the worst ones. I threw those out, pulled out the circle template, and drew 18 perfect circles at ground level, put a spot elevation in the middle to make sure it drained in all directions, and put my stamp on it, now comfortable that I was designing greens that "fit" my station in the world of golf course architecture.
I am hoping to hook on as an apprentice electrician with Tommy, where if I made a mistake, I would only hurt myself, and not injure the entire golf world with my architecture.
It's a shame really, since gca was my true passion and talent, at least so I thought. Up til then, I worked very hard with a goal of making each design just a little better than the last one. I think I have succeeded for the most part, and continue to do so.
I also enjoy remodels, even if I am not designing from scratch. Putting one nice green out on rural courses that never thought they could have or afford something that good always gave me pleasure, even if the gca snobs wouldn't rank it worthy of a mention........
I also tried to remember to "enjoy the ride" being one of the lucky hundred or so who can actually make a living at this. (I am practical, yet not particularly money motivated, and always joke that I will be a golf course architect until the money is all gone......) Don't forget to enjoy the here and now while on your way to some higher goal.
If I had more specific gca goals, it would be to design crossing fairways someday, somewhere!
I occaisionally wonder - especially when we clean out old drawings every Xmas to save space - if someday, someone would ever want to see some of those old drawings or hear how they came to be. I guess it would be a goal, then, for at least some golfer to be touched by my work enough to look me up, even if I am dead. He could be that 12 year old kid who played his first round on my course like I did years ago, Ran Morriset Junior, or he could be a US Open champ. Doesn't really matter.
I am now just living out the string, and waiting to die. I am sitting in a dark room writing this, but if I go out later, I will look into burial plots. Maybe I can be buried in the ninth fairway of tiddly links muni across town........