remember sitting
outside of the
Homewood Suites
in Daytona Beach after
the last round of the
LPGa Tour’s Qualifying
School in 2011.
I was
crying, and I mean really
crying.
I had missed
advancing to second
stage by one lousy shot.
My mom and best
friend...
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remember sitting
outside of the
Homewood Suites
in Daytona Beach after
the last round of the
LPGa Tour’s Qualifying
School in 2011.
I was
crying, and I mean really
crying.
I had missed
advancing to second
stage by one lousy shot.
My mom and best
friend Janice were trying
their best to console me.
They told me I was a
good player and this
wasn’t the end of the
road.
They tried to
remind me that I had taken an entire year off from competition
before I hastily decided to sign up for Q-School and give it a go at
the LPGa.
Q-School was my second tournament in almost a year
and a half.
I was slightly unprepared.
My mom and Janice told me all of this, but I wasn’t listening.
Instead, my head was in my hands and I kept saying, “I’m a failure.
”
I almost quit golf again.
The disappointment was almost crushing.
after about an hour hanging around in the pity pool, I snapped
out of it and realized there would be another Q-School and other
professional playing opportunities.
I vowed tha
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