I didn't know how to drink just one or two beers when I went to the bar.
I began saving used BIC lighters when I was in college. Don't know why. Thirty years later, it's now a collection of over 200 lighters. All Bics. Some with advertising.
I began smoking Marlboro cigarettes at age 17. By the next year, I was smoking 3 packs per day. Thirty-threee years later (now) I still smoke 3 packs per day. I have thought about cutting down to maybe 2 packs.
On this blog, I find it hard to do just one post per day. It is usually two posts. Or three. Most bloggers do much less than that.
I hate to run out of ink in my favorite writing pen. So, of course, I have dozens of pens ready and waiting.
When my boyfriend left me, I wanted a companion. I got a cat. Now I have three cats.
Earlier this year, I wanted a couple pieces of art for a wall. I had never painted. I have now completed 30 pieces.
I go outside my townhouse to clear leaves from my flower bed. I end up spending an hour sweeping leaves from my neighbors sidewalks and sweeping the leaves from the curb.
Early on in sobriety, I wanted to "get involved" in my AA club. I began writing a newsletter. I am now on the Board of Directors, on the fundraising committee, sweep cigarette butts in the parking lot almost every morning, make flyers for most events and do other odd jobs that I think need doing.
In other words, all my life I have been able to do very few things in moderation. It's all or nothing. If I enjoy doing it, I go all out. I over-do it. There's a lot of things I have not mentoioned here but I suspect you get the gist of what I'm talking about.
But I could just keep writing and writing and writing ...