Finishing second-to-DFL is hardly the way I wanted to make my ‘22 LPGA debut. That’s for sure. BUT in reflecting on this last tournament, I got to see how vital this failure was for me. I did the thing that scare people most: I performed my very worst when the stage was the biggest! I missed the cut by 10 (typing that actually makes me laugh 😂 #truthhurts), and I 3-putted my last hole in front of loosely 80 people to cap off a whopping 79! Blessssss me! 😅💀 I did that! I failed when it MATTERED. Uhm…queue shame, embarrassment, and death to all motivation to continue a professional golf career! Right?! That would have been a very normal response, and at any other point in my journey I would have let those things derail me; but that’s not what happened. • For the first time ever I felt immense security, patience, and empowerment within myself after that 79. I survived the worst case scenario! Voilà! My next thoughts didn’t feel like my own, but instead of shaming myself, I reminded mys...