You are not bad, you are beginning.
If I might, I would like to share my experiences (short version).
Back in 1988, the way to get Friday off was to go golfing with the General. When we got out on the course, we used to gamble days off or mornings off from PT when we got on the green. I got very good with putting. However, I couldn't get off the tee or hit a long iron/wood to save my life. Even went to the pawn shop outside of base to get my first golf clubs (I still have them).
I played off and over the years... I got a little bit better, but not much.
Then injuries (due to running and basketball) and age took their toll. So I turned back to golf for exercise. Additionally, golf was a chief way to get business done here on the Island. Still a horrible golfer, I started shagging balls downrange. And then two key events changed my outlook on golf:
- A County tournament in which our team came in 2nd to last place. I was furious because I made putts to save ourselves from last place, but none of us to hit a shot to save our lives.
- My brother's recent death. The golf course was my therapy.
So I decided to really dedicate myself... And then I found thesandtrap.com . After reading so much about our beloved game, I found my home. Additionally, I found a great bunch of folks who are really helping me with my game.
And yes, I know I am getting better: day by day, swing by swing, address by address.
My message to you: study this sport, take instruction, and hone your craft. Most of all, be patient.