She’s not here to be perfect. She’s here to play. To breathe. To begin.

Today, a woman stood on the tee box of a par 3 course,not to win, not to impress, not to fit in.

She stood there to reclaim her joy.

She showed up even though the voices in her head told her not to.

The ones that said she wasn’t “fit enough” or “skilled enough” or “deserving enough” to take up space on that course.

The ones that whispered everyone would stare. Judge. Laugh.

But she showed up anyway.

Because joy doesn’t belong to perfection.

It belongs to the brave.

To the women who swing even when their hands are shaking.

To the ones learning a new sport in their 30s, 40s, 50s, not to impress anyone, but to feel alive again.

To those who are tired of waiting until they’ve “earned” fun, rest, love, or fresh air.

To those walking hand in hand with fear, and still stepping onto the green.

Today, she didn’t keep score.

She kept promises:

To show up.

To try.

To laugh.

To begin.

Welcome to Fore Ever After.

We play for keeps. We play for joy. We play for ourselves. 💚⛳️