It could be that after one finally realizes the basics of food, shelter, and a lasting relationship, one can aim at something higher on Maslov's hierarchy. Maybe things simply change. Or more likely, my new realizations are an indication I'm getting older.
My birthday is later this month when I reach the tender age of 49. I'm honestly and fervently happy with this fact. I've always been a clever guy, yet the simple passage of time has allowed me so much more. I mean, although I meet people who long for a previous time in their lives, I never have. I think I'm better now than ever.
We've chosen to live in an urban area. We've done so for twelve years. Only recently, I've decided that we should avail ourselves to the benefits of doing so. Paying for tickets to a concert or show a few times a month no longer seems like a waste of money. For the price of a single airplane ticket nowadays, we can partake in a rather big, local event every month. Fear not, the new expense will not take the place of any annual airline ticket purchases; it'll just be something additional.
Even later today, we are set to attend the travelling, Broadway production of Spamalot. Look out Ticketmaster, I'm your new best friend.