Maslow

Over the past few weeks I’ve had a pleasant and interesting experience. I’ve found myself with a drive to create, to experiment and explore. Mostly I’ve been baking, which is fun, and ends up with cake at the end. I’m happy. And fatter. The point that has genuinely surprised me, though, is that my desire to cook, or play guitar, or write, or go for a fine long walk? None of them have arrived with a nagging doubt in tow. Gone is the suggestion that, really, I should be doing something else. That I’m doing those things to the detriment of other, more pressing, tasks. To a small part, this is due to the ending of a number of training courses. My level two sign language is finished (I have no idea if I passed my final exam, I get my results in a month or so) but on the night I finished that, I immediately turned to reading and preparing for an Instructor’s course I was scheduled to attend a few weeks later. It was only the other night that I came up for air, looked around and realised…hang on…I have nothing to do. Nothing is nipping my heels, nagging at my head when I sleep. The things I aimed to do, I have achieved. The worries I had are easing away and as I march up the sides of Maslow’s hierarchy, the sensation of occupying a more creative, self aware, confident and self realising frame of mind is enormously strong. It’s as though I’ve discovered a room in my house I’d forgotten I owned. ...
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