I was listening to a podcast today and they were discussing Brenè Brown’s books about vulnerability and gratitude. At one point the host asked her guest when he last felt joy. They had already spent some time talking about how often we don’t allow ourselves to sit in the joy because we are always so worried about what could happen next. I believe Brenè calls that “foreboding joy.”
I’m definitely guilty of foreboding joy 90% of the time, so I took this podcast as an opportunity to think about when I last felt just unfiltered happiness and it was Monday night. On the driving range.
Golf, you ask? You’re talking about golf and joy in the same breath, you ask?
I know. Crazy, right?
But on Monday night the four of us went to the driving range. Chris had gotten Callie her own bag of golf clubs so Maya got Callie’s hand-me-down clubs. We walked through the course up to the driving range so the girls could practice.

Maya was wearing a dress and her cowgirl boots. I couldn’t stop giggling. Then they each set up at the driving range and started hitting balls.

Callie is in golf camp this week and does a pretty amazing job making contact with the balls and hitting them far. Maya needed a little help, so Chris gave her some pointers.

Maya, in her tornado of energy and enjoying cleanliness, discovered the only way to clean on the golf course and ended up washing her two clubs after every other shot.

Then we tried putting, where Chris gifted Callie the set of golf balls I gave him for Christmas. (Rude).


I think one reason why this quick evening activity brought me so much joy is because some of my best memories of summer growing up involve evenings on the golf course with my dad.
Let me be clear, I do not golf. But often I would go with him and walk a few holes of the course after dinner. Or, if I got my way, I would drive the cart while he golfed. One time he had to stop me from doing 360s in the golf cart. I think he was was amused but a little horrified of my lack of golf course etiquette.
Anyway. There are tough things happening in our country and our world right now. I’m grateful for my life and I take it for granted way too often.
I’m happy to have been given a reminder to look for the joy...to sit in it and allow it to feel good...and to be grateful for it.
Gratitude.
Enjoy a few videos from our night on the range.