One: I've been thinking about writing a memoir about my life. Lots of thoughts and memories of my past, especially my earliest memories of home and school. The past certainly feels like another place sometimes. A place that no longer exists in a physical dimension, but locked in a time you can't go to. Childhood in kindergarten back in North Carolina.
I also worry about maintaining my physical health. My biological father was only fourteen years older than I am now when he died. I keep hearing stories about my elders passing, in a way that I didn't hear when I was young. Struggles with dementia, mobility, loneliness, etc. It's worrying especially considering they're all from a generation that had better access to money, healthcare, and social services than I ever will.
There is a park that I used to hike four miles through, that I would visit about two or three times a week. I haven't gone in several years. It was a bit of mental health and physical maintenance that I managed to do that I still think is beneficial. I would wake at seven, drive there, walk for two hours, and drive back. It was a big time commitment, but doable. My sleep problems are getting in the way of my doing that again. I can't wake up early enough to go.
There are more worries about finances, family with disabilities, younger family members facing difficult futures, but it is all too much to go through here.
I hoping to find a solution that works for all this.