More than halfway through the month again.

This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape.

I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled.

I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down.

Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer exhaustion this time of year can bring with added responsibilities as well as the neverending stream of illnesses that seem to be invading my home, which I’ve taken to calling the plague house.

But the thing happened again.

That thing that happens when you realize you’ve been neglecting what you want out of life.

That small spark of teenage defiance that flares into the flames of a full-scale rebellion.

Why must I do everything?

When did the have-to’s replace the want to’s?

Was it when I moved out?

Or when I finished school?

Or was it the first time I held my newborn child?

But even as my inner Id went on a pillaging spree, burning down the neighbourhoods in my mind, a funny thing happened.

The other thing.

The super-ego arrived in a cape,

with its perfect white teeth.

It spoke with the ego,

reminding it that as an adult I could choose.

No matter if I chose to throw Molotov cocktails with Id, who stood nearby listening,

wondering what was going to happen.

Or go and save the city with the hero in the cape.

It was my choice.

Suddenly the riot within me quieted.

I looked up just as the smoke cleared.

“Yes, you’re right.”

I nodded and smiled at both myselves.

“I deserve to have moments for myself along with my duties. And I do have choices.”

A slow smile crept over both my faces as I watched myself.

Then together, we walked down the street arm in arm,

Planning how to balance all my wants, needs and requirements so that we all have a chance to be in the drivers seat.

“Shot gun!” Id smirked at super ego,

who ruffled my hair affectionately,

then dashed for the car.

“Kids,” I said, shaking my head as I followed behind, tossing the keys in the air

and catching them easily in one hand.