I am sorry for the times I made fun of Bryan Johnson. After watching the Don’t Die documentary on Netflix, I genuinely believe that everyone who makes fun of him is in fact an NPC. We all dedicate so much time to sunk-life, hours lost as addiction or consequences of what we think we enjoy — social media, binge watching shows, drinking, clubbing — hours lost to cheap dopamine hits. His perspective on longer quality of life is what hits, and where I think there is so much misinterpretation. I respect his approach to the importance of family time and genuinely experiencing life in a beautiful way. If you’re looking at that with judgement with 10 hours screen time, the call is coming from inside the house.

‘Well I wouldn’t be doing all that if I had his money’, well sorry to spoil it, you don’t have his money, but with your whiny YouTube channel, I'm sure you're close.

The last few months I have deeply reflected and changed so many personifying habits and what this quality of life means to me, and a lot of change came from moving country — surprisingly the USA. My lifestyle habits in Paris were rather different to those I have in LA. Trust me — I love American Girl Euro Summer with my whole heart as we see tweet after TikTok about weightloss and wine. I think I am pretty qualified to speak on this matter, having spent the last 4 years in Paris and now adapting to sun tans in January.

While in Paris I was never more than 2 meters from a bottle of wine and skinny cigarette. I had the clearest skin, ran 5-10k a day, and cycled to dinner. When I cooked, I got all my produce from the family stall daily on Rue de Bretagne below and started my evening with hot girl walks along the Seine. While my sleep suffered from drinking wine into the night with fellow expats I made sure to take enough supplements to counter out all the bad I was doing to myself. I realised that as long as I was psudo-enjoyment maxing, nothing was going to get done and I was in fact not happy. I’m a founder in my 20s, my work was suffering and I was quite simply lost in this fairytale I had adopted myself into. While I had the most amazing life that I will always be grateful for. there was so much sunk-life in the consequences. Luckily my landlord who wanted to rent out my apartment for 10k a month during the Olympics made the decision easy.

So, I’ve been in LA for the last 6 months, and I would say it’s an anomaly when it comes to understanding the health of American people, and I am glad about it. I never saw myself in New York — I lived there once in my early twenties when I have early twenties energy. While I mourned leaving the city like an early twenties heartbreak, I see it very differently now, as I prioritise life without this sunk cost. Especially as someone working in crypto, and being a founder. Sure, the daily happy hour is great for networking, the cigarette doesn’t count if you didn’t buy it and your equinox membership means you have a restroom on every street — and if you’re a founder, the city that never sleeps is your North Star, its truly the only pmf some of us will ever find. But I’ve dragged myself to the gym on too many an icy morning hungover to move to Paris-on-adderall.

Of course I’m over generalising, this is my corner of the internet, I’m allowed to.

It’s the 5th of January and I got Receipts for my first swim of the year, under 20 degrees celsius sun and palm trees — a consolation prize for no longer being able to run 10k along the Seine — I think it’s a fair trade. While LA isn’t the most walkable, I have the luxury of fairly priced, fresh produce and sunset run club on Venice. I have a 94% speed score and I drink once a month and I never cared for weed so we’re undoing some damage there. And while I don’t have the infinite happy hour connections of New York, I have an apartment that isn’t a shoe box and allows me to to the best work I have ever done and build a company in a much healthier way with a healthier me at the head of it.

2025 I plan on life maxing, without the consequences of what I thought life maxing to be.