One Swing Philosophy — What Golf Taught Me About Life

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 ...

Today, I played golf with three people I had never met before. We joined the same small golf group, so we were a little shy at first. One of the men was in his 40s. He was strong, athletic, and a very long hitter. I thought, “Wow. He is scary. He hits the ball so far.” 😂 And then golf did what golf always does. Yesterday, my driver was terrible at the practice range. I could not hit the ball the way I wanted, and I felt a little down. But today? Boom! My driver was flying. Again. Boom! I was laughing to myself. Golf is crazy. Yesterday, it made me sad. Today, it made me feel great. 😂 Then one of the players said, “You hit your driver very well.” In Korean, he used a word that means something like “neat, solid, and skillful.” So I asked, “Is that a compliment?” He laughed. “Of course!” 😂 From that moment, I started to notice something. At first, I was just the new woman in the group. But after a few holes, the atmosphere seemed to change. My driver was...