I've been coming to terms lately with the fact that I'm not actually very 
smart.  I'm an airhead and have poor logic skills so probably come off as
a ditz to the greater population of people I meet.  The thing is, I'm very
okay with this.  In fact, it's sort of a relief.  I've spent so much time
worrying that I just wasn't doing something right but now that I realize it
was never meant to work, I don't have to worry.  I'm a good person (usually)
and no one ever said I had to be a rocket scientist.  Now I can get on with
things and do whatever makes me happy.