Choosing

I am a ship, a tugboat, small but sturdy, able to withstand any job you put before me. I am still tied to my dock but the waves of the ocean are rocking me, trying to pull me from my haven. My stern is facing the great open sea, the sun just a distant haze on the horizon. The ocean beckons to me, promising great things...adventure, the wind in my face, the great unknown. I am still tied to my dock, but the line is slipping. Do I turn around and go back to my home, hold secure to that which I am familiar? The ocean is scary, I could be churned up and spit out by that great big world, my wooden sides dashed upon the rocks... What do I do?