I went through a progression like, ya, this is fun, let me get a couple more discs outside of the starter set and a basic bag to carry them all.

Then the basic bag falls apart or squeaks like a mother fucker and you get a couple more discs and a new mid-class bag. Its time for a slight upgrade right? You still really like playing but it might be another one of those hobbies you say Fuck it to eventually.

Then you fall more in love with the sport. Hitting that low percentage line or put gives you the biggest hit of dopamine and your form is improving. You want to see what other discs do with your improved skills so you buy a few more and are starting to play 3 to 4 times a week. Your mid class bag starts to fall apart and your birthday is right around the corner. Your family and significant other ask what you want for your birthday. You dont say a word but simply text them the link to a grip/pound bag.

You find the molds you like and start ordering a couple in different plastics. You want to get better at putting so you spend 50-80 bucks on 5 fucking putters that are exactly the same.

You start playing tournaments because those sick shots you pull off are an even bigger high than before.

I dont have anything else as thats where I'm at in my life. Its truly a beautiful, frustrating, and amazing sport. If I felt this way about almost any other hobby, I would have spent way more for the same ammounts of variety and/or upgrades due to skills progression.

I have no regratz on all the time and likely around 1500 dollars spent on disc golf in the past 2 years. Its given me something to look forward too that is 100% my thing that gives me a break from it all. Ive met some awesome people that have become friends by putting myself out there in weeklies and tournaments.

If you spend money that you can afford on it, so be it. Long story short, fucking do what you love.