The only reason I ever played in the first place was so I could afford to hunt and fish.
Of the mental hazards, being scared is the worst. When you get scared, you get tense.
Until you play it, St. Andrews looks like the sort of real estate you couldn't give away.
Good golfing temperament falls between taking it with a grin or shrug and throwing a fit.
You have more potential than you think.
I've been on some fairways that are as good as the greens we putted on back then. We had crab grass. I remember one green where I putted through ants.