The Power of Small Steps on Heavy Days When Sadness Knocks It’s that time of the month, and I’ve spent most of my day in bed. Still, I’ve taken teeny-tiny steps toward my goals. Now I’m taking another—writing this post—while feeling sad, lonely, and worried about my future. It’s not easy. But I believe that effort matters. Showing up for myself, even if it feels like my “worst,” is still better than doing nothing at all. The Doubt That Follows Me A part of me whispers that none of this matters—that nothing I do will ever become successful. And yet, another part of me believes that every small step counts.…