Do stuff. See new things. Nature. I work 50-60 hours a week at the moment, but on my day off I always go to a museum or a big park. Does wonders for soul.

And although I get burnt out sometimes, the more you do, the more you do. Back when I was a student I did as little as possible. Worked subsistence wage for a basic quality of life. Now that I’ve got much more money coming in, fuck it, on the weekend if I turn up somewhere and some historic house is 20 quid to get in, I can easily drop 20 quid on it no worries. Work feels shit when you’re spending the money to survive. It feels great when you’re spending it to do things you previously couldn’t.

I don’t know if it’s just in my genes, but I remember seeing the tickers on my dad and my grandma. I was in awe. They’re always totally nonstop. Grans 89 and broke her ankle the other week by flipping her three wheeled bike from riding it too fast round a bend. Now I’m starting to get it. My motors running and it’s almost more comfortable to keep it running than to switch it on and off all day.

It’ll do wonders for your sleep quality too.