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Back in the days when I had a lot more time to kill and a lot more money to burn, I played the occasional round of golf. I was terrible, of course; it was rare that I completed a round without losing a ball, and even rarer that my score was not in triple digits.

But I kept coming back, because every damn time I played, I'd hit the one shot that made me say, "I can play this game." The one shot where everything came together and the ball flew straight and high and landed within a foot or two of where I intended. Out of 111 shots in a round, that one kept me coming back for more.

My job is kind of like that. On a lot of days lately, I've hated it more than I liked it. I'm a lot better at my job than I was at golf; I was a double-bogey golfer, but I'm a birdie visual journalist. It's very frustrating to a birdie golfer to shoot par. I've had a stretch where I felt like I've struggled to shoot par.

I've hit a couple of birdies lately. I'm starting to think I can do this again.

That's not to say I'm not going to want to throw my figurative clubs into a lake again. I'm sure that'll come soon. But it feels good to have my swing back.