It's easier for me to cry about small things than large things.
Large things get my ass in gear. Small things pile up and turn into frustrating wrecks that you can't get any help with and have to be resolved and often turn needlessly complex and crush the soul with the pointlessness of dealing with all that because it's so damn trivial and yet at the same time so damn important!
Though, recently, instead of crying, I've been verging on throwing up. I doubt that's an improvement.