It was time. We'd been off and on again for months. Things weren't getting any better. It was the same old crap every morning and every night. I was getting tired of it. It was all such a big time suck anyway. Time that I needed to spend writing. So I did it. I broke up with my TV, kicked it to the curb, parked its ass on the pavement. Adios amigo, so long, it's been a slice, but we're through.
When I came back from San Diego in June and moved into my condo I decided a television was not going to be a part of my decor. I have a small one bedroom and a TV would just take up way too much of my precious space. Turns out it was a great decision, like I knew it would be. I don't miss having a television. I don't need it. I don't think about it. And I don't want it back.
Even prior to deciding not to have a TV anymore I found that I wasn't watching it all that much. I'd stopped watching the news with my morning coffee. It was just a daily diet of all the drama going on in the world, messing with my zen. If something really important is happening, I'll eventually hear about it whether I want to or not. So whenever I did put the TV on it was tuned to a wildlife program (if I could find one) and I'd have it on mute while I sat in front of it on my laptop pounding away on my manuscript. Other than costing me money, it was serving no real purpose.
I listen to a lot more music now that I don't have a TV intruding on my life. I subscribed to The Vault, Canada's version of Spotify. Although, interestingly I don't listen to music anymore while I write. I find even the most unobtrusive type of music distracting. I need to be unplugged from everything it seems, except the sounds of the city outside my balcony. So the music is for when I'm not writing. It's weird. I know.
There's a TV in the gym in my building. I keep that one off too when I'm working out. Yeah, me and TV are so over each other. If I could take it to court and sue it for alimony, I would do that too.