When is enough enough?

My writing consistency is becoming a problem for me.
I am starting to expect it.
It’s like behaving well as a child. People start to expect it.
It’s like owning a Jeep when it snows. You have a LOT of friends.
Like owning a truck. All of your friends depend on you.
As a quasi-adult, settling into a consistent writing habit comes with its own problems.
I look at everything differently. Now situations and ideas need to have a storyline and a good headline, and, above all, they must be written down somewhere, too.
It’s like, as a kid, discovering I needed to wear glasses. It wasn't long before I could no longer hop out of bed in the morning and run outside to play without stopping first to put on my glasses.
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