Some people chase work-life balance. Others chase the work itself.

I’m one of the latter.

I won’t pretend I’m super healthy. Ten years from now, I’ll probably look older than most 41-year-olds.

And strangely, I’m not okay with that.

I believe in growing old naturally — not fighting wrinkles, not smoothing out the parts that make you, you. I find beauty in the way people wear their lives on their faces.

Would I ever have work done to slow down the signs of aging?

No. Definitely not.

But I do think about how to prevent it, in ways that feel right to me. Sleeping more. Eating better. Moving more. Resting when needed.

Not to cheat aging. But to meet it on my terms.

The same way I meet work.

I know hustle culture gets a bad rap. And maybe working 12 to 18-hour days isn’t “healthy.” But it works for me. I love living in extremes.

I’d rather be fully switched on for long stretches — and then fully switched off — than live inside a routine that numbs me.

If I had to live a traditional 9-5, I’d be miserable. My brain needs to move. To build. To push.

Maybe it’s undiagnosed ADHD, or maybe it’s just how I’m wired.

I’m not saying this is a one-size-fits-all. I’m saying: find what fits you.

Maybe it’s working long hours. Maybe it’s working five hours and spending the rest reading, travelling, rotting in bed.

If I die tomorrow because I pushed too hard, I’ll still die happy. Living fully, even if it burns you out sometimes, feels better than living half-alive. I’m doing what I love. I’m walking the path that’s mine.

And that’s the point.

Choose your extreme. Find your happiness.

And when what made you happy stops working, have the guts to change it.

Be self-aware enough to choose happiness.

Be happy,
Jordan