When have I "done a good job" with my life? Oh, I figure after I have kids and they have kids... I can finally write off the whole genetic success thing as a "GO" and pick a fight with a grizzly bear while wearing a robe made of ribeye steak and a Butterball turkey helmet.
A list of things to do, perhaps... or maybe just a philosophy to accepting an endstate.
At what point in your life will you be okay with "clocking out"?