Zenitude #22: Axe-Murderer Playing Whack-A-Mole* (aka My Golf Game)

THE HUSBAND (at the driving range): Why are you in a hurry? Breathe. Slow down. ME: Because today I feel like I’m playing whack-a-mole! That’s WHY!

The Dream. Close eyes. Club effortlessly glides through the air and through the golf ball. There’s no thinking. It’s magical. Arms extended. Right leg and knee rotating in. Heel up. Weight on left leg. Slow-motion…head turns to look…TA DA! The tiny white golf ball is gloriously sailing through the air and landing with precision on the green.

The Reality. Tee it up. Address the ball. Whack. Seriously??? Seriously?? Did I just do that while looking like a total axe-murderer playing whack-a-mole?

Fact.

I’ve been practicing, taking lessons and “playing” (and I use that term loosely) for 10 weeks. I guess I will continue to work on my “whack,” I mean my “craft,” and look forward to the day that moles don’t fear me.

Zenitude for today:

Whack it until you make it.

*No moles were hurt during the golf game nor were they hurt in the writing of this blog.