Don’t blame it on luck

Some would say I am unlucky. As I sit here writing these words, my left casted leg is propped up due to my need for elevation. Approximately one month ago, I was doing some step-ups and heard a loud pop as if someone had taken a bat to the back of my calf. Since I was alone when this happened, I knew it was not a wooden object whapping my leg. Fast-forward two days; sitting in the Dr.’s office, he informed me I had a full tear of my Achilles tendon. Peachy. I’m off my foot for many days and weeks. Looks like my luck ran out. Or did it? I had everything to do with this injury, and perhaps there was a bigger purpose for it. So, what is my take on luck? After doing some real research on the matter, I have concluded that it does not exist.

There is much more to luck and “un”luck than just coincidence. First, I need to discuss the idea of luck before I can launch into what this has to do with golf. Richard Wiseman, author of The Luck Factor, conducted a ten-year scientific study into the nature of luck, and it showed that people make their own good and bad fortune. He also noted that it is possible to enhance the amount of luck people encounter in their lives. In fact, he discovered four basic principles to people creating their luck in life. “They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.“ (Wiseman) It sounds like luck is a state of mind that may be cultivated. Over the years he studied and interviewed countless numbers of people. Based on his findings, luck is not a magical ability or the result of random chance. “Although lucky and unlucky people have almost no insight into the real causes of their good and bad luck, their thoughts and behavior are responsible for much of their fortune.”

Many people think that much of golf involves luck. If you are a scratch golfer, you might like to believe that. Maybe you constantly complain about the wind or your clubs or the clubhouse or the greens or that tree in the way of your shot. When your ball bounces off some foliage and jumps out-of-bounds, it’s not unlucky. On the contrary, if your shot sails right through the thickest tree on the course, it’s not luck. Apart from winning the daily draw for a tee time on the Old Course at St. Andrews, or weather issues, there is no such thing as luck in golf either!

Think about it. You’re on the course, and you hit one of those “unlucky” shots. Next thing you know your mental state is agitated and somehow your countenance makes you nervous. That club and ball knows you feel this way and, like a dog, can sense your frustration. Now, they will not cooperate and you are getting angrier. You’ve let that “unlucky” shot get the best of you.  All these reactions will hurt your golf game. Maybe you’d start to feel like the golf gods were against you or the course is mad at you. Either way, you would probably not be in the right frame of mind to play well and you’d start thinking more about your bad luck than the shot you’re about to hit. Conversely, good luck can positively impact your state of mind as well.

According to Michael Agger of Slate Magazine,  “(with extremely few exceptions) the top 20 finishers benefitted from some degree of luck. But again, according to Wiseman, “lucky people” are skilled (did you catch that?) at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.” Now, if it was complete luck involved, golfers like, Zach Johnson, Steve Stricker, Peter Hanson, Bo Van Pelt, and Carl Pettersson, would be winning more trophies. Why are they not? According to Fred Altvater of bleacherreport.com, these players have performed in the big events and have earned their status in the golf world but are just under the radar and have yet to win for “whatever reason.” If we could get inside their minds, maybe we could diagnose why.

Graeme McDowell, not the usual household golfer name is being called “lucky.” Is he lucky? Just this past January, on the 18th hole at the Abu Dhabi HSBC Championship, McDowell hit his third shot far past the green only to see it bounce off the grandstand and roll back to just near a couple of feet of the cup. This Irishman would go on to birdie the hole. He had the “luck of the Irish.” The theory behind this slogan is many, but the Urban Dictionary defines the Irish as not necessarily luck they possess but an “attitude the Irish keep; they have a positive look at a bad situation. In fact, “The Irish didn’t survive a potato famine, and being treated as 3rd class citizens upon their arrival to the U.S. (till the mid-late 1900’s) by not having a positive outlook and a great sense of humor!”(urbandictionary.com)

It is true that golf is a psychological kick in the rear. Any of the top players, like Phil Mickelson, can bring his top golf skills to a tournament and lose. You wan watch all the Golf Channel you want, and be obsessed with your swing, your grip, your speed….but maybe think strategy. Think of your thinking. The luckiest people I know are those who set themselves up to win big and do just that!

So, the next time you are “unlucky” at your game, don’t blame it on luck – you caused the ball to react the way it did once it left your clubface. Take your penalty strokes and start gearing up for the next shot. That way, you won’t let an “unlucky break” undo your whole round. If luck exists or not, either way, the luck of the game will go your way if like, Wiseman concludes, you start cultivating the right state of mind. And me? I’m not unlucky; I need to re-think every little step I take.

Hop-A-Long

Is my new nickname at school apparently. Man, I live up to that name. I should be called “Help-A-Long” as well, because I feel like I am “helpless” pretty much all the time. This is a new feeling for me, and submitting to it and allowing the aid is something which I am learning to adapt. Admittedly, I put weight (yes, weight!) on my left foot because I just couldn’t handle hopping over to my crutches. Plus, I just HAD to get to the other side quicker than I should have. My impatience got the best of me today in another instant when I decided to take the stairs on my crutches instead of going all the way to the elevator. Going down was a cinch. However, when attempting to go back up the stairs my brain got confused and I attempted to plant my crutch on the next step before my foot could elevate me, and KABOOM. Down I went…and in front of the 5th grade classroom. “Are you OK..??? Oh my..Ms. Knight..are you hurt?”..yada yada yada. Superb!

Was not I just blogging the other day about the idea of having patience? I was even sporting THIS shirt today (thanks to ATR)

I arrived home and just wanted to crawl in a hole. Not because I fell. No, it is because all week I just could not do it ALL. I could NOT be 100% for Tatum. I could NOT be 100% for work. I could not be 100% for God. I could NOT be 100% for me. It’s darn near impossible to do this even when I’m a bi-ped! So, why am I so frustrated? I am FINALLY realizing I cannot have all the balls in the air simultaneously. One will drop or they may all drop. What counts? What counts is my attitude. I do my best, and I pray for wisdom and guidance. After that, I have no more control. It’s in His hands. This injury has given me this lesson and it it one which I have HEARD for many decades yet chose to not heed.

The perception I choose to hold is up to me. My reward:
AND TIME with the one’s I cherish. This is HOW I see God’s love…through the amazing people He has put in my life.

 

 

 

Entering the Promised Land

As told in the Torah (or the first 5 books of the Bible (Old Testament)), the Israelites were preparing to go to the Promised Land. According to one commentary,

“As they travelled, God was with them. He looked after them. He provided food and drink for them. But the *Israelites complained about life in the *desert. They did not trust God. They did not obey God. So God punished them. They wandered in the *desert for nearly 40 years. All the adults who had left Egypt died in the *desert, except Joshua and Caleb.”

But HE PROMISED. So, what did he do? He gave it to their children. God always does what he has promised.

The concept of PROMISE is something which I am not used to understanding. We throw around that word likes it’s a frisbee and actually believe what we say at that very moment. “If you do this (fill in the blank) for me, I’ll be your best friend forever; I promise!” Remember saying this as a wee tot? Or maybe it was said to you just yesterday! I have been promised (and hooked my hope onto) many friendships, potential love relationships, product or services I have purchased, financial gain.. (the list is endless).
Naked Eyes (that one-hit wonder 80’s group) said it best, “Never had a doubt in the beginning; Never a doubt; Trusted you true in the beginning…You made me promises, promises..You knew you’d never keep; Promises, promises; Why do I believe?”…… Yet most of them fall through and without malicious intent, as opposed to Naked Eyes rendition. Many promises are made thinking they would be fulfilled. Life circumstances just get in the way, and we are let down and disappointed. In fact, I am sure I have broken promises, and this hurts even more because I know how it feels. We are all flawed human beings.

I am keenly aware of this topic because now that I am a mother, I need to watch every word I say. Not only to Tatum, but to everyone. Often a friend at church will say, “We need to get together sometime. Let’s have lunch!” Then I’ll say, “I’ll call you and we’ll get together.” A teeny promise made and made with all our heart! Yes…let’s get together soon and have lunch!  Then what happens? Monday hits and the crazy week begins….and……. next thing you know, it’s a broken promise.

As I focus on my relationship with God, I am constantly…constantly reminded that HE never breaks a promise. He puts things on hold, perhaps, or He doesn’t fulfill what I THINK He should fulfill, but one thing I DO KNOW: He LOVES me, and that may hurt sometimes. That may feel like silence. That may feel like a redirection of MY plan. BUT, when I look back on all the things I have been through, I see HE DOES come through. The children of Israel saw the fulfillment of His promises; the generation preceding did not. They did not see the big picture and often we do not either.

Sometimes, I feel like that Israelite wandering in the desert feeling….well, deserted! The promises made to me were left in cyberspace, and I even feel a silence from my Heavenly Father. That is why I continue to go back to His Word to be reminded; I go back to the stories of the others who have preceded me. I go back to His faithfulness in absolutely everything. And then. And then…. I am at peace.


Week THREE: Squeeze Plant Squeeze

Crutches. The definition of a crutch is a prop or a support. Now, if I were standing still, this would be completely appropriate. However, crutches do not seem to be designed for movement or what we bi-peds call walking . The suction cups at the bottom of each stick seem to be as only as effective as the strength in which his/her stick is firmly planted into the ground. If I were to press the suction cup diligently on the sidewalk or pavement, it would be likened to me to attempt to glue my foot to the ground with each step. This means each attempt to move forward would take me…………(I’m counting….) A LONG TIME! So, if you are following my logic, each step REQUIRES me to have my crutch stick to the ground OR guess what? It’s NOT stable.

The next issue of stability stems from the ability to press the crutch pad into one’s side so as to erase any option of the top of the crutch to slide, hence becoming UNstable.

Now, one can see that each and every step requires much work. I feel like I’m swinging a golf club each time I take a step. Each little movement requires much deliberation. The process goes: Right, left, crutch pad squeeze; right crutch forward, suction cup plant; left crutch forward, suction cup plant, squeeze squeeze right, left, crutch pad squeeze, right crutch suction cup plant; left crutch suction cup plant; Repeat. And so it goes. And so it goes. To soften the “squeeze” part, I have wound some lovely pink and white thermal socks (to match my pink cast of course!) around the crutch pad for extra padding. Has it helped? Eh.

 

The bright side? The coffee solution.

Dilemma: How will I carry my coffee? The rest of my supplies fit nicely into my backpack. Even my water bottle. But my delicious hot cinnamon flavored coffee? This warm concoction cannot fit nicely into my backpack! Solution: My Starbucks coffee thermos mug ! Brilliant! It screws tight AND has a neat little plug for the drinking hole…Solved. It’s a beautiful thing.

For every cloud there IS a silver lining, even if under my arms are fiery red and singing, “oohch!” with every little step.