As of late I've done a lot of thinking about the value of time. What do I feel "time" is truly worth?
Is it possible to find a perfect mix of both? That would be nirvana; to have my time properly valued as I do the things I love.
But that's not always how things work.
How do you value your time? Is it something of which you freely give? Or a priceless commodity you dole out sparingly?
Here are some things I've learned to not let longer eat up my time:
- Other people's problems.
- Stress concerning my own problems which can not be immediately solved.
- People who do not value (their own or) my time.
- Voices telling me I'm not good enough.
"They say time is money/but really its not/if we ever go broke/then time is all we got/and you can't make that back/no you can't take that back"
What really resonated with me is his realization that money comes and goes and what we're left with is time. And can we really put a dollar amount on that?