
Mr. Querido and I have been TV-less for almost a whole month. Wow. For a recovering TV-aholic such as myself, that is a LONG time! But I don't miss it. I have more time to spend reading, *cough* blogging *cough*, working on my writing, and interacting with family. That last part is important because my husband is working full time AND going to school at night (two nights out of the week). We have more time to chat in the evenings or labor in our yard.
I never realized how much time television sucked out of my life until I quit watching. Life is fuller, more vibrant without the blue flickering glow. Oh, there have been times when I felt the magnetic pull toward the Box, but I resisted. I knew that if I ever went back, I would be sucked in to that TV trance again. Besides, I need to set an example for my children. They need to know that TV is not life and cannot become a substitute for life.
My other revelation was that all my favorite TV shows didn't glorify God. Why would I want to spend time doing something that didn't bring Him glory? That is the ultimate waste of time! Not only did those shows not bring Him glory, they did not foster character traits in me that I would be proud of. My favorite "people" became replacements for the real people in my life. Even worse, they became more important. My "friends" didn't require anything from me except for my time. "They" didn't need anything or want anything. I could just sit there and not have to feel or do anything. TV was my drug of choice.
When I think back to how many hours I flushed watching frivolous junk, I want to weep. But I cannot go back and change the past, I can only go forward. And thankfully, I have woken up from the trance of the flickering blue light before it was too late.



