I recall this being asked before, and I’ll be damned if I can remember exactly what I said, but I’m sure it was similar to the following.
I don’t think I would consider working if money didn’t matter. I think instead, I would focus on doing things I just plain like to do.
I’d love to take my sweet time having my coffee in the morning. Just sitting in quiet contemplation and enjoying the state of plain being, with no worries about having to be at A, B, or C by X time.
Or perhaps I would take as long as I wanted to play guitar and enjoy the process of creating music, or playing some of my existing favorites. I mean, I guess one could call trying to learn all of Eddie Van Halen’s licks and tricks a full time job.
And I am sure I would find time to do some writing if the mood struck me. Hell, perhaps I’d even publish something sometime, somewhere. One could call that a job, too, I suppose.
But, that’s the thing, you see. I don’t consider any of those things work.
If I were to stop clowning for a minute and be serious, I would say that if money did not matter, then I want to spend my time creating great memories with those I love and care about the most.
And if money didn’t matter, then I would take some of it and donate to as many worthy causes as I could, so that maybe others could enjoy the freedom to have a better life too.
At the end of the day, no, I would not “work”. I would concentrate on the things and people I love which enrich my life.
That beats working any day of the week.
The Beginning At Last 
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