I keep noticing that when I feel overwhelmed, it's almost always because I've lost track of the very first, smallest step. It's like the mountain climber who only looks at the peak. I've been there -- paralyzed by the sheer distance instead of focusing on the next handhold. Funny how often the solution is simply "look down." It's the fractal nature of overwhelm, isn't it? That feeling of being crushed is just a magnification of a tiny, avoided choice. Huh. I wonder if celebrating the small wins isn't just about feeling good, but about recalibrating the scale.