Set a Fictional Hourly Rate and Watch Your Life Change

Naval Ravikant says to set a fictional aspirational hourly rate and run your calendar through it. That seemed bananas to me but he’s a billionaire so he must be doing something right.

Set a Fictional Hourly Rate and Watch Your Life Change

Naval Ravikant speaking into a microphone

You know, I was thinking… Naval Ravikant says to set a fictional aspirational hourly rate and run your calendar through it. That seemed bananas to me but he’s a billionaire so he must be doing something right.

You pick a number, higher than what you actually earn, high enough to make you a little uncomfortable. An aspirational number, perhaps.

Then run your whole day through that filter. Should I be mowing my lawn? At my rate, absolutely not. Should I be editing my own invoices? No. Should I be driving to Office Depot for printer paper? Not a chance.

The first time I did this, I found about eight of the ten hours in my workday were tasks sitting well below my rate. A whole workday spent on things someone else could do for $0 to $20 an hour. I was paying myself $20 an hour to avoid paying someone else $20 an hour.

Having a higher, fictional number is important. The number forces you to weigh every task against your highest-value work, and once you do, delegation stops feeling like an expense.

What’s worth my time: being on camera with a family, conducting an interview, signing someone up, designing a new product, thinking about where Heritage Films goes next. Everything else is infrastructure. Important, and not mine to build.

Naval put it this way: “If you can outsource something or not do something for less than your hourly rate, outsource it or don’t do it.”

OK that’s it. I gotta go. The eternal hypocrite in me has to do the dishes. Again, this is aspirational talk.


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