I used to be a classic workaholic, and after seeing how little work and career really mean when you reach the end of your life, I put a new emphasis on things I believe count more. These things include: family, friends, being part of a community, and appreciating the little joys of the average day.
My best male friend is my best friend until he crosses me. We're all protective of the self.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.