How does one reach, and grow, even as one is falling? When a pebble is dropped into deep waters, gravity takes over until it comes to rest, wherever it may. In the cold, in the dark, in the quiet, at the bottom, one can still lift one arm, put out a hand, and see it move gracefully against the water. In yoga, a teacher once told us to move with such grace, as to hardly disturb the air around us. I loved that. In moments, where fighting can not stop the pull of gravity, and we are too weary to be forceful, we can always look up, just a little, and see where there is room to move. If you feel defeated by the tasks at hand, and the motivational mantras of the new year are suffocating you, know that the most minuscule of efforts counts. All action toward your life counts. Your ordinary-everyday counts.