While I was still fully indoctrinated, super loyal and energized, I would arrive back at the hotel after a day at a district convention feelling completely beat down, knowing there was no way I could ever measure up to that parade of super fine dubs I just saw on the platform. I knew I could never keep pace with the things they were encouraging us to do - ever more so as the day draws near.
It would take a couple of weeks after the convention to settle down and get comfortable in my routine again before I was able to compartmentalize all that "encouragement" and realize I was doing my best. I would just have to accept the fact that my best would always be on the low side of the curve no matter how hard I tried.