One Swing Philosophy — What Golf Taught Me About Life

Nobody is happy every day. Me, either.  😂 This morning, I played nine holes with some good golfing friends. They are always friendly and nice. They are a little older than me, but they are all passionate golfers. The weather was beautiful, the course was peaceful, and we simply enjoyed playing together. Honestly, just being able to enjoy a beautiful morning like this should have been enough to make me happy. But apparently, I wanted more. 😂 My golf swing has been a little inconsistent lately. Sometimes I hit a really clean, beautiful shot, and I think, “Ah, my swing is finally coming back.” But the next day, it somehow disappears again. Today, after nine holes, I decided to practice some more. I had 90 minutes at the range. I practiced for about an hour. But my body just wasn't cooperating. I knew what I was trying to do. At the beginning of my backswing, I need to let my lower body start naturally and then let my upper body follow. But I was keeping my lower body too still a...

Today was one of the happiest golf days I’ve had in the past few months. When I arrived at the driving range, Hallasan was right there on my left, perfectly clear without a single cloud. “Wow. Today is going to be a good day.” I started practicing in a very good mood. Today, I didn’t try to force my swing from the beginning. For more than 20 minutes, I simply did some free swings . I just let my body move naturally. After my body felt warm and relaxed, I moved on to full swings. This time, I focused on making solid contact with the ball . I mainly practiced with my 8-iron, 4-hybrid, and 5-wood. And then something really nice happened. My 4-hybrid , which I had been struggling to hit well, suddenly started making solid contact. “Wait… why am I hitting it so well today?” ㅎㅎ I was so happy. Maybe what I had been looking for wasn’t a perfect swing after all. It wasn’t a swing created by force. It wasn’t a swing built around repeating one particular movement over and over. Maybe it was simp...

These days, I’m not dating anyone. And honestly, I’m not very interested in dating. I quite like my life the way it is. But somehow, whenever I go to a golf course, I often end up in a group with three men. (smile) When I join a game through a golf group, I’m often the only woman. Three men and one Angie. At first, it felt a little uncomfortable. But then I thought about it. I’m not dating these men. I’m dating golf. The problem is, golf is much better at playing games with me than any boyfriend could be. Yesterday, my driver and 5-wood were unbelievably good at the practice range. I thought, “Ah! My body has finally learned this swing.” I was feeling pretty confident. Then I went back to the practice range the next day, and golf calmly looked at me and said, “Who are you?” For almost 80 minutes, I tried this and that. I thought about my left shoulder. I thought about my arms. I tried to fix one thing and cover another. I was desperately trying to find that beautiful impact again. And ...