The last couple of times I’ve played Frisbee or disc golf with anyone, I realized I have a bad habit of talking down to myself when I make a poor shot. Why? I often imagine others notice my mistakes as much as I do. It somehow feels awkward to move on without acknowledging or explaining…
My plan for the day seemed simple enough… Fill out the forms. File for a passport. I started at what seemed to be a logical place: the US government passport website. First I read about the wads of money that would soon be extracted from my wallet in exchange for a small official looking notebook…