When I'm having rough days and I'm feeling helpless, I try to remember little things I've done to feel accomplished.
This one time, a street solicitor asked me if I had a few moments for gay rights. I retorted, "I think you mean civil rights." She smiled, we talked, I couldn't give much. But it was a proud moment of quick wits.
Good stuff, even if only for a brief moment.
And now, back to the sulking grind.