Blossom.

'And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was

more painful than the risk it took to blossom.' --Anais Nin

Risk is scary. Like in that crazy Bible story. The one where the Israelites were finally about to cross into the Promised Land. As if their previous calamities were not sufficient, God put them to one last test. He said to cross the waters. Dude, I'm sure they were over the whole 'crossing the waters' thing. I mean, yeah, they'd heard the story about old Mo and the chariots and the Red Sea and that whole business, but really. Let me in the effin Promised Land. The taste of milk and honey is on the tip of my tongue, so don't make me cross another crazy-ass body of water. But no, God thought that was way too boring of an ending. So God made them cross it.

So imagine the scene. You look ahead of you. Your gaze is fixed upon the Promised Land. One last barrier stands in the way of you and your destiny. But suddenly, your daydream is interrupted by a crashing wave, two, three. Your feeble frame is no match from the crippling and daunting tsunami of steel blue waves before you. So you wait. Surely God will calm this shit down before you have to cross. You glance at your watch. Still going. You look at your buddy. Still crashing. You look at your donkey. Still a hot mess of waves coming at you. Then, amidst the furious waves, you hear the voice of God. 'Step in.' You giggle. You look to your buddy- utter fear. You look to your donkey- excessive urination. You look to the waves- more fierce than America's Next Top Model Cycle 6. God's serious. God wants you to step in. Only then will the waves subside.

So what's your call? Stand at the shore, or step into the abyss? Could your destiny really be one horrifying step away?