Deceptively simple, endlessly complicated.

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Showing off my badass baton twirling sklls while golfing.

Golf never really piqued my interest. I didn’t understand the allure of walking around for hours, working just to hit a ball into a faraway cup. But now that I’ve played?

Yeah, I still don’t get it.

Don’t get me wrong. I had a great time playing with my husband, and it was lovely to be outside, and I enjoyed being active. But I always have a great time with my husband, I’m hard-pressed to find a time that it isn’t lovely to be outside, and I generally enjoy being active.

So, why did I bother? A few reasons:

  • I’m always saying that I don’t like golf … but it felt a bit immoral to express my vehemence for something I had never tried.
  • There’s a beautiful golf course right by my house … and its affordable … and we had nothing else to do that day.
  • It was on my “15 in 30’s” bucket list. Because, why not?

Although I can’t picture myself ever becoming a “golfer” (although really, who knows), I did enjoy the afternoon enough that I’ll likely go again.

And who knows, maybe I’ll take up the sport when I’m older and just looking for ways to hang out with my husband, spend time outside and be active.

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