My friend, Silver James, had an interesting post this morning with an analogy about a mother duck not waiting for her ducklings to get in a row before she sets off, and using said analogy as an encouragement to 'Be a duck. And just go!' And as I was commenting, a thought occurred to me. I'm can't just go. Not that I'm waiting for my ducklings. I could snap them into line if I really wanted to.
It's not that.
Part of it is that the pond is currently so comfortable. I'm just paddling around, enjoying it. So what if my ducklings are scattered hither and yon. The water is warm. The breeze is gentle. There's food aplenty.
And besides, if you never leave the pond, you never have to worry about getting eaten by a fox.
It seems like every time I set a foot outside the pond, there's some hungry predator waiting to nibble my webbed-toes. It's tiring. And just so much easier to paddle around in circles.
Paddle paddle paddle.
I know if I never set out, I'll never accomplish anything and all my precious ducklings will wither away. But I can't seem to want to venture forth. To take that step onto the bank again. To take the risks that leaving my pond will surely bring.
So I paddle.