One Swing Philosophy — What Golf Taught Me About Life

Today was one of those golf days that made me very happy. It had been about two or three weeks since my last round because of my long summer break. The weather was still warm, but I could feel a little autumn breeze. It felt like a perfect day for golf. On the back nine, I came to a par 3 with a very unusual bunker. The sand was pink. I had never seen a pink-sand bunker before. It was so pretty against the green grass, blue sky, and pine trees. And then something even better happened. I made a birdie! 🏌️‍♀️ My caddie took a photo of me hitting a bunker shot from the pink sand. I think that photo will always remind me of this round. But honestly, I was a little worried before the round. Yesterday, I had practiced at the driving range, and my driver was not working well at all. I couldn't find my old impact feeling. The other two players today are both longer hitters. One of my younger golf friends usually hits her driver about 20 meters farther than I do. So yesterday, inst...

Yesterday, I played nine holes with five gentlemen, and somehow, I was the youngest in the group. Yes, even after turning 60, I can still be the youngest! 😊 We had two groups playing that day. Originally, I was supposed to play in the second group with PD, but when I arrived, I noticed that most of the members of the first group were already there. The band leader still had his golf bag in the second group, so I asked, “Are you not putting your bag in the first group?” He simply told me, “You decide.” So I did. Honestly, I wanted to play with PD. But then I thought about the two gentlemen in the first group. They might have a little more fun if I joined them. So I moved my golf bag to the first group. And as soon as I arrived at the first tee, one of the gentlemen handed me a cup of coffee. “Here, have some.” Well… I guess I made the right decision. ☕😊 There were six of us in total, and I was the only woman. Whenever I play with these older gentlemen, they always make me feel welcome...