In between fetching pain pills and making me lunch, Gertrude watches me grimace every time I roll over. Or get up to go to the bathroom. Sneezing is the worst.
“No more golf for you,” she says.
I’m recovering ever-so-slowly from a bulging disk. The only comfortable position is lying on the floor on my stomach.
“We’ll see,” I say, reluctant to trade in my golf clubs for a swimsuit.
With nothing better to do, I search the Internet: Why is golf bad for your back? I discover that the twisting is hard enough on your spine, but add leaning over, and then occasionally slamming the club into the ground. Discs tear, little bony facets dig into the nerves, muscles inflame. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
It’s easy for Gertrude to be so glib about my golf days suddenly coming to a close. She doesn’t appreciate the hunt for that elusive hole-in-one. The occasional birdie. The ocean view from the tee box on five. The shared frustrations and inside jokes.
The life lessons.
There are lessons to be learned from participating in anything you’re dedicated to and passionate about. Serving up the perfect crème brûlée. Rebuilding an old Corvette. The barista who fashioned this self-portrait in the latte foam.
Here’s what I’ve learned from spending time out on the course:
Lesson #1: Don’t Narrate Your Bad Shots
At a golf lesson last summer, the instructor waxed eloquent about staying positive. I knew from watching him toss shots out that he didn’t have all that much to complain about.
“Don’t narrate your bad shots,” he told me.
Fair enough. What’s the point of griping about a putt you hit too hard? It’s pretty obvious the second your ball sails past the hole. But if you’re a golfer, you know how hard it is stay positive when an otherwise terrific drive lands in the water. Or you watch the six-foot clod of dirt fly further than your ball.
Because I can’t golf—for now—I’ve taken up sketching. I’ve always wanted to learn to draw, so I figure this is my opening. If you don’t overthink it, golf, like sketching, is pretty easy. You hit the ball—however many times it takes—until you get it into the little hole on the green. Isn’t drawing the same? You put paint or pencil or charcoal to paper. What’s the problem?
Like anything else, it’s the expectations we have, the dreams of perfection, the overanalyzing and tension that get in the way. We want a guarantee that we’ll achieve that elusive one-putt. Not just once, but multiple times each game. Like much of life, it’s a game of increasing greediness.
In a recent life drawing class, the model had been a tall, elegant black woman. At the end of class, I found myself leafing through the morning’s efforts. I could see that one drawing in particular, I’d done a fine job of capturing the curve of her spine, the shape of her hands resting on her thigh. I was pleased with my experiment of using watercolor to accent shadows. There was no sense bemoaning the other drawings—that lacked perspective, and held no resemblance to the model. Those drawings hadn’t turned out the way I’d hoped.
By chance, I remembered my golf teacher’s advice. Don’t narrate your bad shots, I thought. Besides, I’m just a beginner.
Aren’t we all beginners?
Lesson #2: Beginner’s Mind
Back in 1980, when I started graduate school in clinical psychology, I stumbled on the notion that I didn’t have to know anything. Wasn’t that the point of graduate school? That first anxious day, I remember looking around the classroom. Cramped in uncomfortable wooden desks were twenty of us pretending we weren’t surreptitiously sizing each other up. As it turned out, my beginner’s mind lasted well into the second semester and thank goodness. It meant I could be curious, that I was open to learning from my mistakes, that I didn’t have to pretend to be the next Anna Freud.
Unfortunately, by the second semester, my ego had wrangled me senseless and I’d begun to think I ought to know something. In fact, I’d convinced myself I ought to know quite a lot. It was a curse, siphoning off the joy of discovery, muting my creative impulses.
Of course, it’s hard to keep that beginner’s mind from morphing into something else. You begin to criticize, complain, carp. Throw your clubs. Break your colored pencils in half. For the time being, it’s just not that much fun.
If you don’t want to give up entirely, that’s when it’s important to locate the good.
Lesson #3: Locating the Good
It’s two weeks later and I’ve graduated from the floor to the couch. I’m taking short walks and beginning to believe there will be life after a bulging disc. I try working on a blog post, which turns out to be pointless given that my brain feels like overcooked squash. I can’t stay focused long enough to string more than a couple of words together.
Gertrude’s no help. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings,” she says, “but what you’ve got so far? Well, it’s crap.”
Gertrude doesn’t really care about my feelings, but still, she’s right.
“What about that one good line?” I ask.
She knows which line I’m talking about. “Yeah,” she says. “That line really sings.”
If you’re willing to be brutally honest with yourself, it isn’t hard to find the one line that sings. It’s that relaxed golf swing that kisses the ball on the sweet spot. The splotch of color that draws in your attention.
Locating the good means relaxing and trusting the process. Trusting the one good line, the one moment of freedom and light that will move the poem or the drawing or your golf game forward. You have to set aside what isn’t working, knowing that with proper attention, something new and fresh will appear on the page.
In every shot. In every drawing. In every blog post or poem. Find the good, however small. And then trust that the rest will emerge.
Lesson #4: Trust Yourself
When I was learning to play golf, fearful that I was going to hit the ground, I’d tense up just before hitting the ball. Sure enough, even if I didn’t hit the ground, I’d hit a terrible shot. It was infuriating. One day, purely out of frustration, I just swung the club. “Whatever,” I thought. Then I watched the ball soar into the air. It was magic.
I’m a newbie at drawing, but I can see that if I’m tense or too worried about drawing the perfectly straight, dynamic line, that I’m going to metaphorically hit the ground. The first life drawing class I attended, I was pretty pleased with myself. I figured if anything even remotely looked like the model, I was doing pretty well. Three hours of focused attention flew by. The second class, my critical brain had already begun to hold court. I was looking around at what everyone else had done—and judging my feeble attempts. By the third class, it was clear that I’d completely deluded myself into believing I had anything akin to talent.
Trust yourself, I thought. Stop worrying about what anyone else is doing or thinking. Play your own game.
Lesson #5: Play Your Own Game
On my best days, I was a mediocre golfer. That’s not modesty. It’s the truth. I’d watch women ten years older, hell, twenty years older—hit a drive well past mine. I’d get frustrated, tense up. Determined to redeem myself, I’d swing that club as if an image of Individual #1 was embossed on those tiny dimples at the back of the ball. Then I’d hear the whishing sound of air, and I’d look down to see that the ball was still on the tee. In golf, a swing and a miss counts.
I’ll never be Annika Sorenstam. Or Picasso. Or Georgia O’Keefe. I read Toni Morrison with awe and a bit of dismay. I’m getting older and there aren’t going to be any Pulitzers or Nobel Prizes in my future.
But haven’t I succeeded if I can write a blog post that gets people talking? Or a sketch that’s pleasing to the eye and captures something of the figure’s likeness? What’s important is that I’ve brought everything I can to that one sentence or drawing or one shot. That I’ve played my own game.
No matter the lie.
Lesson #6: Play it as it Lies
Play it as it lies. It’s a familiar rule in golf. No matter how tall the grass. Or how deep the sand. Like a bulging disc, there are no mulligans.
It’s almost six months since I hurt my back and every morning I whine about the forty-five minutes of exercises I have to do to strengthen my core. But I do them anyway, and my oh-so-firm glutes are proof it’s paying off.
I’m working at a new standing desk, grateful to be standing and walking, swimming, hiking again. Grateful that I can string whole sentences together. Grateful to my wife and my friends and family, all of whom drove me around and went food shopping for me and visited and called to see how I was doing. My life is a great expansive privilege. But still, I miss playing golf. And there are plenty of days I bellyache about the physical challenges of the last six months. I have to remind myself that I’m very lucky indeed.
Maybe I’ll golf again. Maybe I won’t. But I’ll always be grateful to the game that taught me important lessons about optimism and trust and locating the good.
No matter how lucky—or lousy—the lie.
Mimi Bommersbach says
It was so well timed to read your blog. I seem to have been following your path for sometime now (Counselor faculty, Counseling Center Director, CFA activist, Counselor Committee chair, golf nut). Last year I was plagued with golf injuries and am just starting back with play. Then my lovely nest of a home in the trees burned to the ground in the Camp Fire. It was to be my last semester at Chico State. Instead, Hubby and I will be moving to my house in Whidbey Island. I am going to not renew my license as I want to travel, play golf, ride again, observe and write. Not for publication, but because it is fun. I hope your back fully recovers. My nephew who lives in SLO just bought a house. I am so pleased for him and when I get down there for a visit would love to look you up. You are an inspiration. Your blog about Morroco so captured my experience of the place. I would like to live there for several months. That is in my wonderful future of full retirement!-Mimi
So sorry to hear about your home in Paradise! It must be heartbreaking. But sounds like you’re making the most of this transition in your life. Wishing you all the best. It would be great to see you when you’re down this way. Hugs, Elie
Christine Enyart-Elfers says
Oh my gosh! I’m sorry we didn’t know you were in a bad way (ummm. not a very descriptive phrase for such intense pain). Your ability to string a line of words together now seems to indicate your core muscles are getting stronger! 😳🤨👍
Take care & hopefully you have some festivities that will launch you into the new year.
Thanks Christine! We’re going to sage everything! Wishing you a happy, healthy new year. Hugs, Elie
Barbara Bell says
As always, Elie, your wisdom and ability to articulate it bring me to reflection and inspiration. Thank you!
Sandi Heller says
This was very inspirational. Such helpful insight.
Shirley Mednick says
I was so happy to receive your email. Sorry to hear about your back and daily discomfort. But your
writing always remains the same. Uplifting and inspiring. Keep up the good work and you will be
successful in whatever you do. Looking forward to your next blog.
Happy New Year
Thanks so much Shirley! You’re an inspiration. Hugs, Elie
I enjoyed reading your insightful blog. I admire your writing ability & your efforts to learn a new skill. I hear your frustration about your bulging disc & your inability to play golf. It is obvious that you are taking positive steps & being philosophical about it. Well done!
Thanks Lynda! So happy to be able to hike with everyone!
Pat McKeague says
Elie, Wow! I love the art work and illustrations and the wonderful writing. The visual appeal of how you present your work is unmatched. I love everything about it.
Thanks Pat! It has a new look with the artwork and that was fun for me. Hugs, Elie
Another Masterpiece, amazing Elie!
Marvin Sosna says
Played golf once, 70 years ago, left it there, not sure what a mulligan is, but your plural of them was “mulligan$,” so I guess it’s about the bet you make with other golfers on the play. Anyway, as an avid non-golfer, your message resonated with me, who overdid at the gym, now has bursitis, and who is a parolee in the court of self-judgment. Join the group..
Hope you’re feeling better! All lessons, though we’d much prefer to avoid the pain. Hugs, Elie
Good Morning Elie,
Thanks for a great way to start the day with your blog. I kept thinking I wanted to send this to Vic because he has a stenosis and can’t golf so off it goes to him. But whaat you wrote wasn’t just for golfers. It’s how you take the lie, and the pain and the swing. thanks for reminding me of what really matters in dealing with life. Take care Hope to see you soon.
Life lessons for sure. I hope Vic finds something helpful in it. :-). Hugs, Elie
Anne Goshen says
Elie — I so much enjoy tour blog,,,, this was is particularly touching — thanks for using your recovery time to provide such wisdom. I would love to share this with my own readers.
Cheers and a happy new year…
Joan Henry says
I enjoy and admire your amazing writing, Elie, and have witnessed your perseverance and “locating the good” despite your recent challenging back pain. Even though the pain was debilitating, you continued to seek out unique healing techniques and search for ways to enjoy life, in spite of it. You are an inspiration! So happy you’re feeling better!
Happiest of holidays to you and yours.
Thanks Joanie! How sweet of you to say. Happy holidays to you too!
Lauren S Rader says
Just coming up from the Elie blog rabbit hole, one blog leading me to want to read another….
I’ve been talking a lot to my students lately about beginner’s mind. Even the words settle me.
Sorry to hear you were in pain, and glad to know you’re better and using the experience to help the rest of us.
xxx and Hoping you have a beautiful new year.
Hi Laurie, The parallels with art and writing and other creative activities continue to amaze me. Maxine and I are looking forward to turning the page on 2018. Happy New Year to you too. And see you in May.
Bailey Drechsler says
Thank you for sharing your creative and healing process, dear Elie. It seems to me you are strengthening more than your glutes! xoxB.
I forwarded this to my friend who is a golfer and has suffer the same fate. He’s had 2 cortisone shots that have made him well enough to travel to Mexico for the winter. Not sure if he’ll be going golfing anytime soon. About your drawing, take it from one who draws and paints, it takes many hours of practice. My art teacher use to tell me to paint 100 pictures and then there will be one to keep. Don’t be quick to show your work to others. You don’t have too share unless you want to. I use to tell people to keep backing up as they looked at my paintings. Far enough away they looked pretty good.
Any trips planned? I may make a return to Antarctica. Happy New Year! It has to get better in 2019.