Pretend you are God, or whatever your version of god is, and write an entry in their diary. Are things going disastrously wrong, or are things going according to plan? Is there even a plan?
(This exercise is not in meant in any way to be blasphemous. It is intended to lift you up and broaden your perspective. Being a writer is a bit like being a camera operator on a movie set. Sometimes you need to come in for a close up and sometimes you need to pan back to see as much as you can.)