Less Buzz. More Bezel. Here’s where my watch journey begins.

There comes a time in every man’s life when he looks down at his wrist and thinks: “Maybe I’m ready to leave the smart stuff behind.” Not because I suddenly hate tech. But because I’m starting to appreciate the art of something analog. The kind of object you wear, not because it’s tracking your steps, but because it makes a statement without saying a word

For me, this shift started on the golf course.

You see, golf is full of ritual—tees in the left pocket, ball marker in the right, glove on the bag when putting. It's also full of style cues. And while most people obsess over the right polos or the right footwear (guilty), I recently found myself thinking about the most underrated accessory on the course: the watch.

Not the GPS kind. Not the one that buzzes your wrist when you get a text. I’m talking about real watches—automatic movements, ticking seconds, steel bezels, leather straps. The kind that says, “I appreciate craftsmanship,” even if I’m still learning what the heck a Miyota movement is.

So I’ve been doing what any good rookie does. Research. Window shopping. Obsessing. Asking dumb questions. And putting together my own little starter shortlist. I’m still very much at the beginning of this, but here are a few pieces that have caught my eye:

Why Watches Matter (More Than I Thought)

This isn’t a “burn your Apple Watch” essay. I still track my workouts. But when I’m on the course—or out to dinner afterward—I want to wear something that says I showed up with intention. Something timeless. Pun intended.

I guess this is my way of saying I’m stepping into something new. It’s a hobby. A style decision. A signal. Maybe it’s even a little grown-up. But it feels good.

So here I am. Just a guy who used to time his runs, now timing his transitions.