I can't necessarily tell you what's going to happen in the next few years, but one thing is for sure: I'm nearing the end of my professional playing days.
I hadn't even thought about it until my caddie brought it up one day while making the point that we had been together for about 10 years.
"What do you mean retiring? I haven't even thought about that," I said.
Now, I don’t want my sponsors to worry — I’m not done yet. But being a mother makes me think about the future.
I obviously have more than just Father Time knocking on my door. I have two little ones knocking as well — my three-year-old daughter, Emery, and another baby on the way.
I'm honest enough with my game to know playing with two babies would be very challenging. Sometimes, you have to take a step back when you realize the game is getting away from you. There comes a time when your bad days aren't good enough anymore to even make the cut out there.
Of course, there's a part of me that wishes I could do this forever. But the other part — the part that takes over when you become a mother — tells me that I'm ready to shut it down when the time is right.
Family always comes first.
But I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't going to miss it.
)
)
)
)
