Might As Well

It started with a dare, or maybe a bet

Or a YouTube video I half-regret

They said, “You won’t,” and I said, “Watch me”

Bought the gear, watched a doc, felt cocky

Signed up fast, no plan, no clue

The form said “Advanced,” but I clicked through

I was in too deep, couldn’t see the shore

Didn’t read the signs, still kicked down the door

Burned my maps, winged the plan

Lost my shirt, broke my van

But I laughed ‘til I cried, crashed with style

Would I do it again? Maybe not for a while—

But man, what a ride

Even if it all fell

Might as well

Day one: spilled paint on the floor

Day two: broke the kiln and the door

Day three: taught a goat how to drive

(Wasn’t part of it, but felt alive)

I faked my way through French cuisine

Served raw eggs with tangerine

I watched the experts do their thing

While I held glue and a chicken wing

I smiled like I had it figured out

While the fire alarm screamed doubt

And no one said it, but I knew

I was the wrong guy in the right crew

I was in too deep, couldn’t spell the terms

Said “yes” to heat, forgot it burns

Dropped the ball, missed the beat

Got applause with two left feet

But I danced anyway, sang off-key

Laughed when the boss nearly fired me

Would I recommend it? Hard to tell—

But hell, might as well

Now it’s done, I’m out of breath

With three new scars and some mild debt

I didn’t win, didn’t even place

But I showed up, and I showed face

And if you ask what I learned that day

I’d say:

Sometimes crash-landing

Beats backing away