It happens every time I go to the driving range.
It never fails.
I am minding my own business, hating that my balls aren’t taking flight when a sweet old man nears me...
“It’s okay sweetie, golf is a life long sport.”
Okay - does that mean I won’t get good until I’m 80 years old?
Kudos to me for being agile enough to play at 80...but really?
Will it really take another 50 odd years until I make it over the water features?
I played golf for the first time yesterday this season (sad I know) with my parents and their friends. It was an absolutely beautiful fall day. I think fall golf is the best. It’s sunny and warm, not too hot, and the trees are beautiful shades of red and orange.
I like golf but am not ready to be amazing at it. It takes practice...lifelong practice I’m told...I like the social aspects of golf, hanging out with people you like, enjoying the outdoors, and doing something active. (And it sure doesn’t hurt having a great meal after!)
Back to yesterday’s game. I was pretty horrible. But, I had fun!
AND...I’m told I have the prettiest swing.
It IS too - it just isn’t always effective.
Perhaps it is too late for me to improve this season, but next season, you’re on golf!
You and me!
Those pretty swings are going to make it across those great divides of brush and water!
For my next game this season though, I’m going to sit back and relax -
I’ll try and keep my head down and keep it all in the pretty swing.
I’ll walk the course with my “long fairway” wood and take joy in the simple things...afterall, it’s a lifelong sport and I’ve got nothing but time...
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