I’d be playing and running a lot more D&D. I’d go outside more. I’d drive less. I’d spend more time with friends, my family’s kind of awful, and my siblings and I don’t talk much with them as it is. If money weren’t an issue in this hypothetical, I’d travel a little more than I do. Maybe go to the beach more often than one weekend every five years. Maybe go see other countries.

I think long term I’d get into writing, or game dev. I’m trying not to let my job keep me from doing that now, but with the effort I’ve put in and the hours I work, I’ve been in a quasi-permanent state of burnout for the last ten years or so. I spend a lot of time feeling like a zombie, and even when I have some downtime, I find it hard to remember who I am and what I like. Even minimal amounts of effort inside or outside of work overwhelm me at this point. I’m not going to kill myself or wish that I get hit by a bus, but I really don’t enjoy the prospect of living through another 20-40 years of this shit, and I don’t think there’s any significant change that I can effect that will keep me from having to work until I die.