During my professional career I divided my life into six minute increments. My time was billed by the hour and every hour was divided into tenths. After everything I did I wrote down how many “tenths” it took me. My secretary would type it all up the next morning and send it off to our accounting department, which would eventually generate a bill. My productivity was measured by my “billable hours.” It was the metric that seemingly ruled our lives. Even when I did pro bono work, I “wrote down my time” and it would end up in some report showing my “non-billable hours.” Front and center on my desk every day was my “timesheet.”
Now that I’ve left that world behind I no longer have to measure time so much. I still sometimes have to race the clock to complete something before sundown or to be somewhere on time, but I just don’t look at clocks so much anymore. My life is no longer divided into 6 minute increments for which someone must pay.
Now I can take time to help neighbors and friends without worrying about the impact on my “billable hours.” As I type this, I’ve just returned from helping a neighbor deal with a sick cow. Tomorrow I’ll be helping a neighbor seed his greenhouse. No one is getting charged anything. When I need a extra hand I know my neigbors will pitch in. I like it much better this way.