Even when I say, I am a writer, people ask me what I write. Life comes with too many external expectations that I'm not comfortable with. I have to respond to too many agendas that are not my own. I find myself resenting the amount of time it takes to get through the obligations that have to be met before I can get to my own stuff. I don't really believe that the world would come to an end if I were to drop one of the two dozen balls I'm juggling once in a while.
Memories come to mind . . .
If I start something, I've got to finish it. I have to be consistent. There are instances, of course, in which I have made commitments. When I have committed myself, I've considered myself to be fairly well informed on what's involved in the commitment. If the terms and obligations involved in the commitment have been misrepresented, then I reevaluate.