That's a lot to process, path-forward. As we age we tend to look in the rear view mirror more, especially when life isn't going the way we would want it to. I have always found that when the chips are down that walking is as good an intervention as anything. The other day I felt out of sorts and so I walked the hour into town, went to the library, then to my favourite coffee shop - after that I felt pretty good. When I'm struggling mentally I don't think of the stuff that needs to be done. I give myself a break from thinking. After quite a few years on this planet I know that not very much was ever accomplished by me stewing about it and conclusions are never reached. Happiness, or at least feeling okay, is a by-product of what we do. Sweeping the floor, cleaning the garage, going for walks, having a coffee while we read or write in our journal, are the ways to climb out of a funk. Climbing stairs takes effort, but our legs are more than capable of ascending hundreds of floors; plus, there's that view.