I just don't get it. One minute, I am swinging the golf club consistently and landing in the fairway, and in the matter of just a few holes, I have collapsed. My demise started setting in as I grew more self conscious with my stupid shots. No one really goes onto the course planning to make terrible shanks and hooks. And usually, even if you have done that you do have a sense of what you did wrong. But none the less, it leaves you feeling even more frustrated with what you thought would be a super fun day. That's when it starts, it resonates in my head. Those negative tapes of self. I'm not sure why or where that all stems from, but maybe it has come from growing up somewhat in a fishbowl and finding yourself compared so often to others. But perhaps it is a part of who I am, a hard critic of myself, with no else to blame or fault. I am my own worst enemy. . . Of course, when we feel vulnerable we build defenses. So what...