I’d be front row here. And here.

Art and humor help me to forget about myself, and I think that’s good.

I’m feeling the urge to ramble on about other good things that help me forget about myself, but I think I’ll spare you, my sweet readers. I’m not sure I’m ready to share everything swirling around in my confused mind just yet. Perhaps I need some time and guidance to sort things out. Instead, I’ll leave you with what i find to be a very thought-provoking and inspirational thought from, you guessed it, C.S. Lewis. (Honestly, in college, I made a bracelet with his initials on it and wore it every day, even in the shower. That’s not normal.)

The essential vice, the utmost evil, is Pride. Unchastity, anger, greed, drunkenness, and all that, are mere fleabites in comparison: it was through Pride that the devil became the devil: Pride leads to every other vice: it is the complete anti-God state of mind. . . .

As long as you are proud you cannot know God. A proud man is always looking down on things and people: and, of course, as long as you are looking down, you cannot see something that is above you . . .

The real test of being in the presence of God is that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object. It is better to forget about yourself altogether.

I like the idea of being a part of something so big and beautiful that I no longer care or worry about myself. I’d love to hear about what makes you feel this way!