I woke today with this thought: The best I can do is … to simply do my best.
I remember being told this as a child by my teachers and my parents. I think it was supposed to build confidence? This morning, though, it seemed like I was hearing it for the first time.
The best I can do is to simply do my best.
Do my best …
That’s a safe bet right there. Not lower. Not higher. Just your best. I can get behind that.
However, my best is too vague and too vast, and offers a side-door out for poor choices. I know. I’ve used that door a few times.
So I pinned down what my best means to me, and came up with this:
- I am no one’s secret.
- I am no one’s harm.
- I am no one’s too busy.
- I am no one’s afterthought.
- I am no one’s excuse.
My father always said to clear the workbench before beginning a new project. With my workbench cleared, this is what I mean when I say my best:
- I am celebrated.
- I am humbled.
- I am heard.
- I am here.
- I am accountable.
It’s a bit too wordy to put on a t-shirt, but boy is my best now solid. Perhaps a lovely font and pretty frame will do instead?