So here we are in beautiful Fairmont BC. Land of mountains and blue skies. Land of a million golf courses. Land of WTF, why did the ball go there when I clearly meant it to go…. there. Learning to play golf has been a humbling and exasperating journey. Usually, if I want to master something I read up on it, think about it for a while and …. voila, a reasonable enough facsimile of the thing happens. Golf…. not so much. I possess the physical dexterity of a mollusc. The speedy reaction time of a rock. So golf has been a journey in WTF moments and frustration. And wondering why I’m such a nimrod that I can’t master something that everyone else around me seems to excel in. But, I have learned to appreciate doing something badly, and still showing up. I do love the time outdoors, the green grass and trees, the companionship of friends, the chance to get some exercise. I’ve decided that my classification is that I’m a good bad golfer. A bad golfer, but I’m really good at being bad. Nailed it!! And, I’m ok with that.