So ever since the
mansplaining ranger incident at the golf-course-that-shall-remain-nameless, I have boycotted the place and taken my business elsewhere. This has resulted in some new experiences I would not have had otherwise. For example, I ventured out to another state for a day trip to a golf course in the middle of some scenic farmland and took home an 86 on my scorecard. I played from the senior tees at two different courses and didn't do too shabbily. I also played a course I've neglected since spring and was rewarded with this fabulous sunset from the clubhouse patio:
And I've enlisted a new code word to start off my tee shots: "Trust." And by that, I mean, trust the line. It occurred to me that the ranger who thought I was out of alignment had no idea what my alignment process was. He thought he had the right to judge me when he didn't even even know what he was looking at. And I was shaken because, like so many women, we forever doubt ourselves.
So when someone tells you you're pointed in the wrong direction, believe in your path. Trust your line. And if a door closes, watch the world open like a window.
