This past weekend, I found myself in a zone I haven’t been in in a long time. I’m the type of person that when I get engrossed in something, I can lose hours of my life and not be able to tell you anything I did during that time. It’s like being abducted by aliens, but not really. This happened to me on Saturday night and part of Sunday. The difference here being that I could tell you exactly what I did. And I had a pretty strong realization from it.
I was working on freshening up SBM with a facelift. One of the tasks was to get our new logo to the top left of the screen. Sounds simple right? Nah yo. It was hell in a waffle cone It required me to go into the code matrix with an oxygen mask on looking for the right combination of 0s, 1s and <tags>. I started this process around 10pm on Saturday. Next thing I knew, it was midnight. I still hadn’t figured it out and (desperately) finally decided to reach out to a designer friend to see if she could solve the caper. Within five minutes, she did. I was tight and elated at the same damn time.
After getting her help on a couple other technical areas, and finding out there would be a fee for more of her time, I bid her a Facebook adieu and started working on some other site stuff..which you probably don’t giveth two phux about. Next thing I knew, it was 4am. There I was at an obscure hour struggling to update code like a developer, not a bawse. Wasn’t nobody there shootin’ wit me in the gym.
I’d eventually go to sleep and wake up some time after 10 only to find myself right back in front of the computer messin’ with some widgets. I’d ultimately figure things out, but had to ask myself at the end of it all if it was worth it? It felt great to save us some money by not engaging someone for the project (and to feed my ego and pride by solving the majority of the technical issues). It was awesome to leprechaun kick to the left and right (true blue, we tight like glue) repeatedly until I couldn’t breathe. But was it worth it for me to spend ten hours of my weekend trying to save a few dollars by doing all this technical work myself?
Was it worth the post pitches, actual posts, and partnership emails I didn’t get to write? Was it worth starting Monday a little anxious because I didn’t accomplish what I’d planned on Sunday? Nah, it wasn’t. Those ten hours were worth $400 plus sanity tax. What I spent my time on, someone more experience could’ve knocked off in an hour. Even if they charged $100 for what we needed, I’d still have won.
As I’ve gotten busier, the value of my time has steadily increased. Time lost is money lost, and freedom comes with a price. I’m not trying to have my card denied because I spent too much time saving less than I could’ve earned had I been doing something I was actually adroit at. Sometimes I need to pay. Rather, sometimes we need to pay what seems like a premium price to save ourselves the one thing we can’t get back: time.
I think I’m gonna start a time fund for projects just like this. I’m pretty sure the interest rate is incredible.
What’s your time worth?