Many of my interests when it comes to writing, articles and the like do revolve around self improvement. Not necessarily in a self help kind of way - that makes it sound like I'm struggling. I'm not struggling. Life isn't really difficult for me. I know people who are struggling and need help. I want to be there, but sometimes you have to worry about number 1 to help number 2, 3 and 4. I mean self improvement in a progressive kind of way.
Goals keep me focused.
I need something to achieve.
Whenever we think of goals, we immediately jump to financial goals. It's only natural, I suppose. I think it's short sighted, but ultimately, money does help.
Bing… Maslow's Hierarchy… a mental detour… (I wonder if I'll finish an article with my original point. Maybe one of these days…)
I'm in a fortunate position. I think I'm on the upper end of Maslow's pyramid.
I have the basic needs covered, I'm well fed, have a lovely flat and I comfortable bed. I'm safe, I don't worry where my next meal is coming from - other than ASDA, Aldi or Tesco. I'm not 'rich', but I have enough savings that I wouldn't be completely screwed if I lost my job tomorrow.
I'm in a long term (5.5 years), loving relationship with my girlfriend, Nay. I have a great - albeit small - circle of friends I can rely on for anything.
Although, this is where the buck stops…
My pyschological need for esteem, prestige and accomplishments are unquenched and this is preventing me from joining the upper echelons of Maslow's chart.
…but I do feel like I'm close.