Time is money. I mean that‘s what money is isn’t it? It is a symbol of time. It seems that I am learning this lesson over and over again recently. When you buy a head of lettuce at the grocery store, you are paying for the clerk that puts it on the shelf, the driver that takes it to the store, the worker that harvested it from the ground, and the farmer that tends to that ground, and I am sure that I am leaving a few people out. The point is that you are not really paying for that head of lettuce; you are paying for the time it took to bring that head of lettuce to your local grocery store.
Last night was a longer than usual wedding at 10 hours. My wife, being the amazing woman that she is, somehow found a way to let me sleep an additional 4 hours this Sunday morning. Thanks babe. She’s at the store right now, picking up some essentials that we need. When I say we, I now mean the four of us… our two children included.
What ever happened to that day of rest I heard about as a kid? Where did that day go for me? Is that day of rest there for you? We as a culture make all of these technological advances to give us more time, and what do we do with that time? We work more. Perhaps my day of rest is gone because I chose to be self-employed. It’s a hard thing to be self employed. If it was easy, everyone would be doing it.
While Toni has been out, and I am sure she is glad to be out of the house, I have been taking care of the kids by myself. This is something that I don’t get to do very much as Toni has been at home doing the parenting while I have been at work. She is going back to work in about 2 weeks, but that is not the point.
The point is this. What is important? My uninterrupted Sunday’s are what have become important. I have been sitting here, on the floor, playing with my 5 month old twins, realizing that later this year I have weddings scheduled on Sundays. I really am having fun today, and I would hate to have to leave right now. But the wedding industry is against me on this one. Most venues and vendors actually give discounts for booking a Sunday wedding!
I am ambitious. It’s my nature as an individual and a business owner. But now I am starting to rethink. What is important?
My time, your time, everyone’s time is limited. Money, like time is spent. How are you spending yours? Am I willing to give up my Sundays with my family to photograph a wedding? The answer it seems is changing. But I, like everything it seems, can be bought. What is my price? Actually, I don’t think that is the right question. If money is a symbol of time and the creation of something, then what is the thing that I need that will make me sacrifice my Sundays with my family?
I am raising my price for a Sunday event. And for every Sunday that I work, I am going to deposit the extra money directly into my children’s savings account for college, or emergencies, or for what ever then may need, and really I don’t know what they are going to need because I am new at this Dad thing. But those are things that they will need in the future. That’s a cause, and a duty that will make me feel good about working on a Sunday. And if I have an assistant on that wedding, then hopefuly they will be able to do the same with the extra that they have earned as well. And hey, if I don’t book any weddings on a Sunday because my price is to high, then that’s ok too. How would you like to spend your Sundays?
Aric
Houston Wedding Photographer
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