Having taken lessons from men in the past, having a female golf pro was refreshing.
Well, I missed the remaining lessons and yesterday, in need of some fresh air, I had a make-up lesson.
It was just what the doctor ordered.
It felt good to hit some balls (really hard). It was a gorgeous, cloudless-sky-kinda-day and Val, besides being a great teacher, asked me a question; "How are you doing?"
I am so used to everyone asking how the girls are and how my dad is that it felt nice to be asked first and foremost about me.
A former social worker turned golf pro, she listened and felt genuinely interested. She is definitely using skills from her former occupation.
It was nice.
Also, how awesome that Val started out in one field and is now giving golf lessons 5 days a week as a golf pro?
Ahhhh . . . now if I could only figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
What I do know is that I love golf and I need to go hit some balls - really hard!
"It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf." - Robert Lynd