Small Steps Still Count

Lately it feels like I’ve got too many spinning plates. I’m working on The Forest Is Calling book, refining Red in the Hollow, helping Sophie with her Halloween costume, supporting her studies, and sketching out plans for her upcoming craft sale and bracelets. At the same time, there’s my physical therapy, other medical appointments, basic household chores, and trying to fit in exercise.

Most days I end up exhausted. Even when I manage to make progress, the accomplishments can feel so small compared to the mountain of things waiting. It’s frustrating, because I know I’m giving it my best… but still, I feel like I’m falling behind.

Honestly, I just want to say this out loud: small steps still count. They’re still movement. These days, I have to believe they’ll add up, even on days when I can’t see the whole picture clearly. Or when I'm worried about making everything work.

Maybe you can relate?