I had delayed joining my ladies golf league because not only had I not swung a club in months, but I wasn’t quite ready to share a cart with anyone beside my husband. I happen to live across the street, so the early hour was no excuse. Also, my handicap has hovered among the highest the last couple years with little chance of changing.

This is the third ladies league I’ve joined and is thankfully the least competitive and most laid back. I don’t mind the rules of golf, but when I got scolded for not teeing off in the right order or I couldn’t ground my club in this weird area before a creek that they now considered a “hazard” or that I stopped noticing the flora and fauna because I was stressed – I knew it was time to move on.

Yvonne Ransel lives in Bristol and occasionally writes essays for The Elkhart Truth.

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