When Your Best Isn't Good Enough

Ever feel like no matter how hard you've tried or how much effort you put into something or someone, your best just isn’t good enough?

Well, my mother, God rest her soul, used to say:

"When man on earth has done their best, Angels in heaven can’t do more."

I loved that woman... she was such an inspiration and my best friend. I miss you so.

Well, here are some other advices I have gathered to help us feel better when life knocks us down:

Don’t let negative thoughts or emotions steal your joy. Acknowledge it. Stop whatever you are doing, get up, have a good stretch and smile😁 —smile even if you have to force yourself. Then say: "Hello fear, or anxiety, or whatever shows up, I see you but I don't need you today so move along." As Tony Robbins would say, change your physiology and change your mental and emtional state.
Reflect on the good things you have done for other, or others have done for you and praise yourself for giving or receiving kindness.
Speak to a friend, especially one who knows how much effort, hard work and sacrifices you have put into the situation.
Believe in yourself!!
Re-evaluate your goals and make sure you have a clear vision and plan to achieve them, if not, recruit a coach or mentor to assist you.
Ask for feedback from someone you trust to be honest with you—not someone who is already looking for an opportunity to put you down or someone who is going tell you what they think you want to hear.
Remind yourself that "I am not Perfect!" Get rid of the idea of perfection and credulity from your mind. These things only set you up for failure. Strive for mastery instead.
Calm down, take some deep belly breaths, and remind yourself that you have done your best. According to Yoda, you either "Do, or do not. There is no try."
Stop beating yourself up: most of the time we are ourselves worst critic.
Give yourself some love and tender care.
Tell whomever is making you feel bad about yourself to go to hell, if it is even in your mind—sometimes, jealously and insecurities in others make us question our own good—don’t let others vices become your voice.
Last but not least, stop trying, at least for a while, if the situation permit, sit it out and pray for direction and clarity and keep faith, He will direct your path.

Remember, "Hakuna Mutata!" Don't worry, be merry!!

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