Mary Laura Philpott, in her 28 Brilliant Creators post, reports Pulitzer prize winning novelist Jane Smiley would tell her 30-year old self now, if she could, to stop worrying.
For those of you who are at least friends with me on Facebook, you would have gotten notifications that my birthday was last week. I have been told I’m 43. It’s hard for me to remember my age. I have to do the math, or have someone else do the math. My age is just not that important.
But, I actually worry a lot.
I worry about my kids. I worry about the electric bill–I’m always turning off lights. I worry about rent. I worry about my job, and I am an adjunct instructor so I work on a contract basis semester to semester, and if my classes don’t hit enrollment numbers then my pay drops, I worry about my non-existent 401k, and I worry about how I’ll afford next month’s dance classes for my daughter.
We talked in class last week about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs pyramid. The pyramid is kind of set up like a video game–you advance through the levels. Once you’ve met the requirements of simply breathing and eating, you can then move on to shelter and clothing, then love/belonging, esteem, and finally you are self-actualized.
Maslow set the hierarchy into a rigid unmovable pyramid. But in class, we talked about how the pyramid wasn’t built of stone but built of water–that the levels were fluid and movable and mixed with each other.
I think about Picasso who lived in abject poverty yet created with abandon. Certainly, he was self-actualized. How can I paint with words in the same way?
Friday: Justin Treasure and David Sadaris on reading out loud.