Halfway to Something
Halfway to Something

Halfway to Something

I possibly shouldn’t be writing this now. There’s still a week of Q School to go – as of right now, I haven’t actually achieved anything. But in a year where I feel like I haven’t written a huge amount – mainly because playing week in, week out means you really have to take your thoughts and run with them, rather than process them – the last week has been too mentally vivid to not try and capture some of it while it’s here.

When I say I haven’t achieved anything yet, I’m not exaggerating. If I finish anywhere other than in the top 45 after this coming week, I won’t have gained any more than I already had after finishing this year’s Symetra season. That’s what makes Q School such an awful, and brilliant, place. It is quite literally all or nothing.

It’s a weird place to be even without so much on the line, because of the different routes that can bring you there. Like me, a solid year on the Symetra Tour gets you there. A very very good year on the LET gets you there. A “poor” year on the LPGA forces you there – but what is a poor year on the best female tour in the world? A run of form at the right time can catapult you through the second, even first stages of Q School and get you there. Every player competing has their own story as to how, and why, they’ve found themselves in Alabama in December, but all those stories – however long or short in the making – only mean exactly and only what you decide to tell yourself over a two week period. Professional golf is about playing well at the right time. However much or little goes into that is the unique part.

Most people are probably better at separating their stories from the process than I am. Most people probably have a better equilibrium off the golf course than I do – that’s the unseen bit. But I’ve worked incredibly hard – harder than on any other part of my game this year – to balance that pendulum of beliefs that can affect what happens in a round of golf before you’ve even seen the golf course. And I’m not sure anything crystallises that better than the knife edge of Q School.

When you’re in the thick of it – and I mean truly in the thick of it; when your game isn’t quite there, or you’ve made unforced errors on a Thursday before half the field has finished their first morning coffee – when a year’s worth of solid play and more years of stepping into the potential your brain has been fighting with itself to realise – when all of that can be undone with one plugged lie, or one miscalculated yardage, or one too many held off drivers that leaks into a hazard because the left miss was there too, or one five iron where you forgot to relax your right elbow at address – what you say to yourself matters. What you believe about yourself matters.

And when what you believe about yourself can change in the time it takes to hit one three foot putt – or again in the slightly longer time it takes to hit the return four foot putt – it’s exhausting. You spend inordinate amounts of energy thrashing like mad under the surface just to stay afloat. Thrashing like mad to keep the surface of your mind as clear as possible. The furious, relentless whirring of certain cogs in your brain just to keep the relevant ones ticking along serenely. Like nothing bad has ever happened.

It’s brutal. It’s exhausting. But it’s endlessly satisfying. If it didn’t dictate so much of my mental, emotional and financial stability, I’d be infinitely fascinated by it. As it is, it’s just really f***ing annoying. But I’m still here, and I still love it. See you all next monday. Maybe.

6 Comments

  1. Kate Evans

    I hope for you more than anything that I see you here next Monday posting what an incredible and successful week you’ve had and that you’re the very proud holder of a full LPGA tour card. All those that support you know that you really deserve it if hard work gets any sort of reward. Enjoy the coming week (if you can) and all the luck in the world from all your supporters Meg. Xx

  2. Sheelagh

    A terrific honest share about golf, a mystifying game for us amateurs. I shot a 122 last week, yes a difficult course but not that difficult. Yes it was exhaustion from too much golf that week. But the prize for me? Bring my sense of humor to golf, I usually do not.
    Keep writing Meghan, love it.

  3. Bill Spies, Cincinnati

    Besides Brynn Walker, you Meghan are the other I like to read. Great insights in what you go through. Again, play great, stay focused and be ready for good golf. It’s such a great game.

  4. Helen MacRae

    I followed your progress each day and am delighted you’ve cleared this hurdle. Now on to the next. Would love to support your journey. Can your tech wizards add a US$ option to your contribution page?

  5. Virgil Mincy

    You describe the “process” so well. How you block out all the process thoughts and hit straight drives, irons to small bull’s eye targets and relax over a putt is what separates you from the rest of us. Don’t keep us in suspense. Blow them away this week.

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