When Push Comes to Shrug
Sometimes I push too hard. I force my will on the unwilling: the inappropriate joke, the disinterested blonde, the bad idea, the dos manos burrito—all too big for my britches.
Sometimes I shrug too easily. I falter instead of fight; the risky opportunity, the perfect flirt, the crazy idea, the ambitions of whimsy—all so daunting when I'm weary.
Always, when push comes to shrug, my regret far outweighs my shame.