Choose.

Every day I have two dogs fighting inside of me. One is good and one is bad. 

The one that's winning is the one that I feed most. 

Every day, every moment I get to make a choice: Am I gonna do what's right? Or am I gonna do what I want? Ideally, what I want should habitually reflect what's right. Ideally.

I'm not bi-polar. That's much too simple of a label for someone like me, and really, it's a cop-out. Undecided is not the same as bi-polar. Conflicted is not the same as bi-polar. Forgetful is nowhere near bi-polar. But these three describe the internal struggle that I'm facing each day, each hour, and on busy days, each moment.

I'm finding that it's hardest to choose what's right when I'm tired, or sad, or angry. And it's usually at these times when the need to make the right choice is most critical.

I'd like to be a master at taking a moment to breathe and think, first. In a world where rash decisions abound, and the populace is more accustomed to cleaning up the mess than they are at preventing the blowout, I'd like to be the calm in my own storm.