I take pride in my work, but am not a slave to it, and look forward to doing the things that bring me pleasure outside of working hours.
Appreciating the time I spend with my family, close and extended, wherever they are. Though expected, death still has the capacity to shock.
I also enjoy reading comics.
Movies and television: hardly ever. I subscribe to Netflix or ShowMax sporadically, and rent DVDs when I am on leave.
Most of what I watch is science fiction and fantasy [this includes superhero movies].
Music: Pre 20th century composers, Kate Bush, ABBA, The Beatles, Enya, Evanescence
Role playing games, shoot-em-ups, real time strategy, and platformers
Libraries, because books are expensive, and storage space scarce. Books/magazines/comics: still my primary form of entertainment. [I would happily pay a yearly subscription to belong to a vast online library from which I could read a given number of books a month.]
My job: because most of I need or enjoy has a price tag. [A sense of accomplish in completing a task as well as I possibly can doesn't hurt either.]
My computer and its associated LTE internet connection.
To what degree my thoughts and ideas are inconsistent with reality.
Whether a given activity is worth pursuing, and when I should call it quits.
The disjuncture between the expectations that some people have of me and my own experience. I had unrealistic goals and pushed myself too hard at at school. I did reasonably well there through sheer hard work and memorisation, though I struggled with subjects like Maths. Throughout this time, I felt like an impostor, and believed that it was only a matter of time before my "luck" ran out. Some people anticipated that I would eventually graduate from university. I did not. I hope that they have accepted, or will come to accept, that I am not as smart and ambitious as they may have thought.
I have been told that I have a tendency to overthink.