I’m seeing a lot of chatter about “the Masters” trending today. And it makes me think about mastery, doesn’t it? What it takes to get to that level, to stand on that green, to wear that jacket. We celebrate the glory, as we should. We honor the achievement.
But I'm here to honor the story. I've read the bio, and it is impressive. But I'm here to honor the woman who had to survive the chapters that didn't make the press release. The ones where you’re not just trying to master the game, but navigate a system that wasn’t built for you to win. The quiet battles fought before anyone hands you a microphone.
We don’t do 'fine' in this corner. We do honest. And honestly, for so many of us, the path to mastery is paved with more than just practice. It’s paved with perseverance, with proving, with pushing past expectations that were never meant to hold us.
Sis, take a breath. You are safe to be human here. Remember the quiet strength that got you here. That's the real mastery.