I always remember looking at 'paradise' with a real uncertain anxiety, to be honest. I didn't ponder so much over the 'how will it work questions' as I just thought, "Jehovah will take care of it", but rather I worried about whether or not I would actually be able to hack it:
There would probably be a weekly, if not daily, schedule of meetings for 'spiritual food' (yawn), which would be hard to skive off from, especially if there was no disease, ill-health to blame absences on.
I would have to actually start following to the letter all the ridiculous 'advice' and 'suggestions' (which would then become orders) which I suffered through at meetings/conventions.
All women would be dressed like 1950s housewives. I would never again be able to enjoy the asthetic pleasures of mini-skirts, bikinis, and low-cut tops. No porn to make up for this either.
There would be no oral/anal sex. Missionary only, with my 1950s-style housewife.
I would have to drink in moderation.
I would be surrounded by the kind of people I had the least affinity for. Fellow JWs. I had come to observe that the average JW has some kind of mental illness. I feared paradise would be full of looney tunes.
I wouldn't be able to masturbate anymore, as in paradise God wouldn't just be watching and a tuttin', he would be a punishin'.
All my favourite TV shows/movies would be gone.
I would have to watch magnificent apex predators like lions undergo the humiliation of being forced to eat grass, and treated like petting zoo piglets.
Overall though, it was an anxiety that didn't bother me too much, as I was convinced I would be done away with before I even got there (see the list of activities I was involved in at the time).