Oh my gosh. Has anyone ever felt that the more you study all the "right" ways to do something, the more you feel you can do nothing but wrong? It's reminiscent of working on a golf swing. Form a triangle with your arms. Front foot in line with the ball. Pull down with your forward arm. Turn wrist over as you swing through. Pause slightly at the top. Weight transfer. Hip rotate. Fuck it.
At some point in your swing session you are quite certain things are getting worse, not better. Correction, you actually are swinging worse. And it makes you want to cry. It makes you feel like the lesson is a total waste of time, that golf is a total waste of time and you have no business doing either.
But later, on the course, when you aren't thinking about 47 different tweaks during each swing, there is that Tiger-shot. It's gorgeous. And everything else falls away.
Tiger-shot. Ha. I hadn't thought of that in a long time. I'm glad I did.
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