I feel like I'm Forgetting Something

Today, as I was going out the door to exercise, I had the distinct impression that I was forgetting something. I seem always to be forgetting something so the feeling wasn't new or unusual—in fact, this very feeling has saved me as often as it has failed me by reminding me to bring my watch, resume, lunch, computer charger... Whenever it has failed me, it has simply been absent, and ignorance in those cases have not been particularly blissful. At any rate, I tend to listen to this feeling when it comes and return home, looking for what I might have forgotten.
Today, the feeling seemed to be leading me astray. All I ever bring running is my key and a water bottle. I was wearing all of my clothes (I checked--I mean, you never know). And I finally ran out the door wondering if I, like my father, had developed a touch of half-heimers. As I ran through Rock Canyon, I realized what I thought I'd forgotten, and the realization led me to a serious bit of personal psychoanalysis. I felt like I should have told someone where I was going before leaving--my mom, dad, my sister. I wanted, before jogging out the door, to have said, "Mom, I'm going running, be back in 45." "I'm going running Dad, tell mom when she wakes up." "Sis, I'm going to go for a run." I'm going running, doesn't anyone care that I'm going running?
I suppose those are the questions that accompany independence. I haven't been independent (and let's face it, selfish) like this for a long, long time. I've had to account for what I was, am, and will be doing constantly for the last 4 and a half years.
I sense that I'm facing somewhat of a turning point/potential crisis in my life. I'm not sure I want to be independent, yet I crave it more than anything else. I'm going to get more selfish, that's a fact I have to face. It's kind of disappointing. I'll have to direct my efforts to serve and love others in other directions besides my immediate family. Although my parents and sisters still need my love and service, I still feel like there is so much left over that used to be devoted to a husband and now is not. What do I do with all of this? There's so much, I know. I just have to choose some activities.
Church participation, here I come!