I've been in an ongoing dialogue with Mike defining someome's best. He opened the conversation by asking me a couple of weeks ago if I thought anyone really did their best. He went onto say that he sees two people in his life that actually do their best: Brooke and Shannon. I disagreed telling him that many people do their best. That I strive everyday to do my best. To that, he lifted one eyebrow and looked at me sideways. (I did my best not to punch him.) Sometimes he's an ass.
My point of view is that doing ones best really has an intrinsic guage. Even if you don't measure up in someone elses eyes, you very possibly have done your best. For some it is climbing Everest. For others, its simply getting out of bed in the morning. It's accompanied with a warmth inside your body that bespeaks true satisfaction, a feeling of accomplishment. No one else can know if that feeling exists or not.
I know there are times when I lag, don't do my best, and try to take responsibility for it and do it again, right. And I don't feel good about it. But to the naked eye it looks petty good. But other times it may look as if not much was done and I have worked my absolute hardest. Sometimes I shine and feel my best and hear words from others that validate my internal guage. It's true that sometimes I really don't give a you-know-what and choose not to do my best. But bottom line, only I really know.
Mike says my point of view is "A Copout."
I say (again) he can be an ass.