“That was the soul of golf, the thing that made it the wonderful pursuit it was — that speculativeness, that not knowing where the dickens your ball was going when you hit it, that eternal hoping for the best, that never-failing chanciness. It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive…”
— P.G. Wodehouse, “The Magic Plus Fours” in

Yet, to a true believer like me, my hopefullness is more than that. It’s a knowing. My sweet spot of ease is emerging. Now, it’s showing itself with the power of shots that fly online right over the flag. My learning has become more of a big picture trusting. My hoping is more of a willingness to let my game be my true way by releasing that tired, troublesome trying. Enjoying the journey and, yes, even the patience. Rome wasn’t built in a day.