Who knew that golf would teach me lessons I've been trying unsuccessfully to learn all my life. There's a lesson in my attitude about golf as well. I never had anything good to say about the sport. And then Robert came into my life and guess what? I had to change my perceptions and attitudes and preconceived notions about a whole lot of things. Turned out that golf is his sport and for a jock, having a sport is tantamount to having a calling. So I decided in the early months of our still new relationship that I could either try and get him to give it up or I could join him. There would be no in between here.
So I weilded a golf club for the first time in nearly four decades. Some days I do all right; others I suck. On the days I suck, I revert to five-year-old behaviors and stomp my feet and shake my club. But on the course, the Zen of life becomes apparent. Even when I play poorly overall, I can take pleasure in my surroundings. I'm outside; I'm with the man I love; I'm focusing on one thing; I'm learning that life is about taking it one shot at a time and reveling in the times it works and learning from it the times it is not.
Now if I could just get him to ice skate.
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