Time is money.
At least that's what they say in America.
In other parts of the world, time is time and money is money. There's no practical way to trade one for the other.
Even after being back in the states as long as I was gone, I still find myself struggling with converting time to money. Maybe that's why I find such pleasure in doing things that don't necessarily pay for themselves.
Take gardening. The payoff for hours and weeks and months of work and waiting comes in a crop that would be cheaper at the farmers' market. But the satisfaction I get from harvesting and eating food I planted is worth the work.
Take garage saling. There's no guarantee you'll find a treasure every time you go out, but the pleasure of the hunt makes the day worthwhile.
Take dumpster diving, Sara's term for digging for treasures at our Goodwill outlet store, which we did yesterday afternoon. We dug and sorted and looked and laughed. It took a good part of the afternoon, but I found enough clothes for the kids to get us through the next season, some books for some missionary kids, a fun Christmas decoration (still in its box), and a radio headset for my husband to wear while he works.
Price: $20 + 3 hours
Payoff: the thrill of the hunt
1 comment:
Writing is that way for me. I wonder, is my time-trade well spent for what I get (not much in terms of dollars). :-)
I love finding a good bargain, too!
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