We went to the driving range today and after a quick review of how to stand, swing, follow through, etc. I was on my way with my own set of balls. The last thing I remember my husband saying was “Whatever you do, keep your eye on the ball.” With that in mind, I proceeded to hit some pretty impressive shots if I do say so myself. I was kind of laughing about it, and of course I was totally proud of myself. Husband’s running commentary was, “Nice!…Very good…that was solid…” as he went through his own bucket of golf balls. After some period of time that I would recall when I was having legitimate fun, the fun quickly ran out. I started thinking too much about it. My competitive, have-to-be-good-at-everything, perfectionist self was now present, along with my ego, and it resulted in several whiffs, a few shanks, and a couple of just driving the club straight into the earth with no ball in sight. Could this be a metaphor for how I seem to be approaching my life goals? 🙂 Husband’s running commentary was now, “You took your eye off the ball…your hips are swaying too much….remember how nice of a day it is….feel the breeze….relax.” So before defeat could take over and the f-bomb could escape from my lips, I took a break. I ate some granola, drank some water, and sat on the bench to watch husband swing a few. It was amazing to see when he hit a perfectly good shot how effortless it was, and when he lollipopped a shot straight into the air about 7 feet in front of him, I saw exactly the moment when he took his eye off the ball. We started laughing and he said, “I was still thinking about the shot I made before.” huh.
When it came down to the last three balls, he challenged me to hit the closest shot to the checkered flag. I said sure why not and hit that ball within 5 feet of the flag. He followed with a severe left hook, and then another….
It’s okay to be competitive. And it’s certainly even better to have fun while being competitive.