By: Anya Alvarez
Last week I was chatting with my father who is a golf professional, and he was telling me about how he used to get so upset with himself on the golf course. His mother had introduced him to the game while living in Mexico, and he had just started playing competitively. He walked off the course one day after playing and went home and started complaining to his mom about all the bad shots he hit. Nothing went right out there and he couldn't get over all the mistakes he made. Mama Cuy looked him and said, "Whenever I hear you talk about your rounds you only remember the bad shots. When I play, I remember the good shots because I hit so few of them."
When my father told me this story, it reminded me of how often I remember the good shots I hit on the golf course. It usually plays out like this: "I played well today, except I missed that three footer for birdie, and then I missed the green on the next hole, and then I missed another birdie putt."