Last fall, I started playing disc golf and immediately fell in love with the sport. Disc golf is like regular golf, except instead of hitting a ball with a club into a hole, you throw a frisbee (disc) into a basket.
Yesterday, I went to play disc golf with a couple of people who are much better than me. One of them said to me, many times yesterday, "Nice shot. Wrong direction."
After I heard it for maybe the third or fourth time, it dawned on me that this would be a good title for my autobiography, were I to write it today.
Nice Shot. Wrong Direction. The Autobiography of Anne Shirley.
It pretty much sums up how I feel about how I've lived my life to date. I have tried. My intentions have been good. But somehow, it all seems to go askew. School, work, relationships with family, friends and partners. I can find many examples of this very sentiment throughout my whole life.
Nice shot. Wrong Direction. Truer words were never spoken.
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