What happens when time itself becomes a debt?

Ben unpacks the invisible interest we pay balancing work, family, and self. Childhood coding sessions, crumpled violin notes, and a quiet stuffed squirrel map a lifetime of borrowed hours and deferred choices. It’s a meditation on opportunity cost, emotional mortgages, and what it means to live on borrowed time while trying to leave something lasting.

Keywords: time debt, emotional mortgages, work-life balance, parenting and legacy, opportunity cost, creative sacrifice, violin and coding, borrowed hours, introspection and presence

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Full Transcript:

YY and Me Episode 5: Time Enough

(piano motif: lowest octave DD held – quick rolled EFA, CDG – linger – slower quieter roll ABF…)

Ben, how do you manage your time effectively between work, family and yourself?

This deserves a longer answer than I can give.

I'm still catching my breath from the last time.

(YY's voice): "I'll do it!"

Sorry YY, but… that's not how this works.

Remember?

(YY's voice): "...you never let me steer."

Yeah… sorry little buddy.

I'm aware.

How do I manage my time effectively?

Honestly… not as well as I could.

But I'm trying.

[pause]

You know, I've played over 10,000 hours of violin.

Written code for double that.

Learned several languages—

each one taught me something different.

Pretty good, on paper.

[pause]

But at what cost?

[pause]

I learned to code pretty young.

My first program?

An arrow, crawling left to right across the screen

Of an old Commodore 64.

No loops. Just repetition.

Manual movement.

[pause]

Hours slipped past faster than I realized I was spending them.

[pause]

When I was a little bit older, my brother wrote a game.

He called it "Lewch."

We played it often.

Together.

[pause]

It helped us bond.

Which is more than I can say

for almost anyone else outside our family.

[pause]

These days, I've started logging where the hours go.

My kids have been asking.

My wife's concerned.

I'm… apparently in the red.

A little bit negative.

(YY's voice): "Maybe you're still borrowing."

[pause]

Borrowing? From what?

(YY's voice): "Not what. Whom."

[pause—darker]

Huh.

Some of those debts…

I think they're coming due.

When you take out a mortgage

on something you believe you need

it lets you do what you couldn't before.

The bank gives you money.

You spend it, take a risk.

Believe it'll grow.

Faster than the interest.

And it feels good.

Really good.

Like clean air in your lungs

after holding your breath too long.

[pause]

Then the dioxide returns.

And you choke.

There was this one moment in high school.

Gym class. Weight room.

[pause]

I had scrawny arms back then.

Still kinda do.

[pause]

My teacher walked over.

Stopped in front of me.

Looked down at my hand.

"What's that?"

He pointed.

Something white.

A note.

[pause]

"It's… from my violin teacher." I said,

Trying to keep my voice level.

[pause—longer]

The paper uncrumpled.

Louder than it should have been.

He frowned.

Audibly.

[pause]

That note didn't just buy me out of gym class.

It bought me an hour I couldn't get back.

[slightly longer pause]

Fast forward several weeks.

I was on stage.

In front of an orchestra.

Wearing a dark suit, matching shoes.

Performing the Beethoven Violin Concerto.

No strained muscles.

(YY's voice): "Hey, I still had to lift weights!"

Opportunity cost? Getting there.

Arms still scrawny.

Legs, unsculpted.

Another crumpled note.

Back on the sidelines…

Watching the others play.

Together.

Without me.

[pause]

I'm… indebted to the violin.

Just not how I expect sometimes.

[pause]

Remember how I told you

That I was a pretty shy kid?

[pause]

My time was already mortgaged

to music,

to coding.

No time for much else.

Not even Chinese school.

[pause]

My parents noticed.

Didn't push back, much.

[pause]

I notice… now.

(YY's voice): "Were you… late?"

Maybe.

Or maybe I'm just…

On time.

I'm not sure.

[pause]

That one shipper…

Who delivered late.

I sent a sharp email.

They didn't apologize.

Was that… deserved?

[pause]

Did I even stop to consider…

maybe he missed the deadline

because of a mortgage?

Interest… spent elsewhere?

[pause]

Marriage.

Four kids.

Lessons learned daily.

Constant juggling of responsibilities.

[pause]

Lots of love.

Heated battles.

Scars, invisible to balance sheets.

Less and less time… for myself.

[pause]

I accepted the risk.

it was calculated.

Expensive.

Non-refundable.

[pause]

This project, consuming hours.

And hours.

Consuming creativity.

Consuming me.

Slowly.

[pause]

Risky.

But… still calculating.

[pause]

Managing work, family, and myself?

It isn't balance.

It's deciding what to borrow.

And paying the interest slowly.

[pause]

So many choices.

Many took their share,

Filled with interest.

No clear path.

But to me, the most important part

Was making them.

Choosing.

Foregoing one option

[pause]

Claiming another.

That's my best advice currently.

Thank you... for asking.

[long pause]

(YY's voice): "...You look tired."

[pause]

This is costing a lot of energy.

Sizable debt, apparently.

[long pause]

Well..

(soft exhale)

That's our time.

(piano motif: lowest octave DD held – quick rolled EFA, CDG – linger – slower quieter roll ABbF…)