If I could change one thing about myself, I’d probably upgrade my energy reserves. Not to superhuman levels—just enough to get through the day without feeling like I’ve been fighting a miniboss before breakfast.

Life runs on a tight loop of chores, work, writing, gaming, and general survival. A little extra stamina would make that loop smoother. Fewer “I need a nap already” moments. More “I can actually finish this” moments.

It’s not a dramatic change. Just a small quality-of-life buff. The kind every tired survivor quietly wishes for at the start of a long day.

I wouldn’t say I’m a full night owl or a committed morning person. I just operate on whatever schedule life forces on me that day.

Mornings are fine once I’m actually awake, but getting to that point is a negotiation. Coffee helps. Silence helps more. If the day starts smoothly, great. If not, I deal with it like any other survival scenario: one small task at a time.

Nights aren’t much different. I’m not out here thriving at midnight, plotting world domination or reorganising cupboards. I just stay up long enough to finish what needs doing and maybe squeeze in some game time before sleep wins.

So the honest answer?
I run on “whenever I can,” powered by caffeine, stubbornness, and the hope that tomorrow behaves itself a little better.

I keep my feelings about meat pretty straightforward. I eat it. I enjoy it. I also try not to overthink it, because life already throws enough decisions at me without adding philosophical debates over dinner.

Meat ends up on my plate mostly because it’s familiar and easy to work with. Chicken, mince, sausages—quick meals that don’t start arguments in the kitchen. When the day’s already chaotic, convenience wins.

I’m not out here trying every exotic cut under the sun, and I’m not hunting my own dinner. I just cook what I know, add some veg, and call it a victory.

No drama. No guilt trips. Just food that helps me get through the day in one piece.

Most days I keep it simple: jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing fancy, nothing dramatic, just the basic armour that gets me through whatever the universe decides to throw at me.

Jeans handle pretty much everything. School runs, food shopping, emergency coffee trips, even the occasional “why is this happening already?” morning. They’re durable, comfortable, and don’t start judging me if the day goes sideways.

T-shirts? Same deal. Breathable. Easy to replace. Works for both “I slept well” and “I survived on fumes and stubbornness.” If I spill something on it—which is often—it forgives me quicker than most fabrics.

It’s not stylish. It’s not cutting-edge. But it’s reliable, and reliability is undefeated in the daily survival game.

I’m taking a small detour from my usual tone for this one — still me, just a little more grounded than usual.

There have been a few turning points in my life — the kind you don’t see coming until you’re standing in the middle of them, trying to work out whether you’re meant to stay, leave, or sprint in the opposite direction with your coffee still in hand.

I won’t go into the personal details. Some choices belong in the private archive, not the public one. But I will say this: the hardest decisions are usually the ones where you realise something has been draining you for far too long, and the only way forward is to put yourself first for once.

Making that call isn’t dramatic. It isn’t glamorous. Most of the time, it’s the quiet kind of survival — choosing boundaries, choosing peace, choosing a path that doesn’t leave you carrying someone else’s weight on top of your own.

That doesn’t make the decision easy. But it does make it necessary.

So while the internet gets to hear about my struggles with aggressive sea fauna, angry wolves, and vehicles that absolutely should not be flipping that often… the real-life challenges stay off the grid. And honestly, that’s the healthiest balance I’ve ever found.

We’re not a family with a long list of sacred holiday recipes. There’s no legendary dish that only appears once a year, no ancient cookbook with pages stuck together, and definitely no competitive baking. Our approach is closer to: “make something warm, make something tasty, and make sure it doesn’t turn into a survival scenario.”

Most years, it ends up being simple comfort food — the kind you can put together without needing a flow chart, a timer, or divine intervention. It’s about feeding people without stress, not impressing the neighbours with a five-course meal that requires a respec halfway through.

Sometimes it’s a proper sit-down dinner. Other times it’s whatever we can pull together between work, life, and keeping the general chaos at bay. But there’s always one constant: something warm, filling, and familiar. The sort of food that gives you a breather before the next round of yearly madness.

Nothing fancy. Nothing dramatic. Just quiet, reliable meals that make the day feel calm for a moment — which honestly is the best holiday tradition we’ve ever managed to keep.

If I suddenly didn’t need sleep, the first thing I’d do is try to remember what “rested” actually feels like. Once that moment of disbelief passes, though, I know exactly where those extra hours would go.

I’d pour every scrap of bonus time straight into Survivor Incognito — more runs, more disasters, more questionable survival strategies that definitely shouldn’t work but somehow do. Imagine the backlog I could clear with an extra six to eight uninterrupted hours where nothing needs my attention except whichever world I’m currently trying (and failing) to survive in.

While everyone else sleeps, the house would finally fall silent. No distractions, no interruptions — just me, a half-finished mug of coffee, and whatever creature is lurking around the next corner in whatever game I’m in. The perfect conditions for chaos.

Would I become more productive? Possibly.

Would I become significantly more chaotic? Absolutely.

Extra hours don’t automatically make life easier… but they would make the diaries longer, the mistakes funnier, and the survival attempts even more questionable. Which, let’s be honest, is very on-brand for me.