There’s a golfer that every other golfer dreads. This troubled soul has an insurmountable chasm between how good they think they should be and how good they actually are. That chasm is expressed with pouting, tantrums, cursing, and generally inexcusable behavior.

Until the age of sixteen, I was that golfer. 

Among my new friends in Barre, MA is Hops*, a lamb who lives at Carter & Stevens, a family farm that’s been operating for more than a century. Over the summer Hops and her brother Barley* shared with me a timeless message in a fresh and delightful way. 

Over the last decade, I’ve been making a profound shift in how I’m relating to what’s difficult in my life—I’m turning towards it.

Some may wonder: Why would I want to do that? There’s so much conditioning to run from what’s painful, and our culture offers countless options to distract ourselves. Turning toward difficulty can be painful and unpleasant. It’s scary. Yet from my experience, facing what’s hard beats the alternative.

The following is a story from my childhood that taught me that lesson.