Scott Galloway

I regularly stay up too late talking to friends back in the States.

Two nights ago, after interviewing Secretary Clinton for a live pod in NYC, I came home, ingested edibles, binge-watched season three of Euphoria, and washed down chocolate-covered almonds lifted from the minibar at the Faena Hotel earlier this week with two Peronis.

A great night.

If there's a pattern, it's this.

I'm health-conscious 80% of the time so I can devour the other 20% and create a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts.

The question isn't will I live longer, but will I live better?

Answer?

Yes.

Research supports this.

Dieters who adhere to rigid meal plans are more likely to experience mood disturbances than those who don't.

flexible dieters are less moody and more likely to reduce their BMI.

Harvard happiness researcher Sean Aker tested multiple variables, background, income, activities, and sleep, and found that social connection was the strongest predictor of happiness, suggesting that a late night with friends is better for your health than a perfect sleep score.

Consuming alcohol in moderation is associated with higher death rates, but a large-scale study of 1.5 million people found that moderate drinkers report higher life satisfaction than abstainers.

Then there's the work of Bronnie Ware, a palliative care nurse who collected the regrets of her dying patients.

They shared about not living their truth, wishing they'd worked less, expressed their feelings, kept in touch with friends, and been happier.

Nobody said they'd wish they'd done a better job optimizing.

I gave my eldest son a ring that he wears as a necklace.

The inscription comes from Antoine de Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince, a 1943 novella about friendship, loneliness, loss, and love.

What is essential is invisible to the eye.

My work and life are narrowing, distilling to a few goals.