The declaration, “Silly me!” came to me several years ago during a time of intense inner work when I was still dealing with a driver behavior and a false belief centered around the idea that I had to do things perfectly. In my world of growing up, there seemed to be a formula for getting along with others and being happy and it was a very simple one: Please other people! And do as you’re told! But, as it turned out, it wasn’t so simple a task as I’d thought it would be because, try as I did, I rarely felt safe around the people I was attempting to please. And I can’t say that I ever felt “happy” as I currently know that to be. Today I would probably choose another term for it, like content or at peace or joy-filled. Or maybe free. Free to be who I AM, warts and all.