So I mentioned a little while back that part of the new furniture layout in our place included moving the TV out of the living room (the main area of the house) into the office/guest room.
I liked the idea in theory, but wasn’t really sure how I’d like it in practice.
I like TV. A LOT. For the better part of the past decade, my at home routines started with “turn on the TV” and it would be my background noise companion until I left the house or fell asleep at night. I’ve always had a roster of shows I follow, and if there were a fire, I’d rescue the TiVo first.
There’s also a particular quirk I have: I HATE being in a room with a TV that’s turned off. The blank, black void is just so cold, and (to me) kindof menacing. It makes me really uneasy. Hey, I never claimed to be the most normal girl on the block. Anyhow, Room + TV + Me = TV On.
But with the TV in the other room, all that changed. And I really didn’t know how I’d feel or what I’d do when I first came home and turning on the TV wasn’t the kickoff to whatever I was doing at home that evening.
Turns out, I feel great, and I’m SO MUCH more productive.
Some of you may remember that I wrote about a few goals I had over the summer to get a bit better handle on my life. I never did actually get into turning any of them into habits, until we moved the TV.
My routine used to be: Get home, turn on TV, get distracted, curse at TiVo for not having anything good left in the queue, make dinner, go back to TV, fall asleep on couch, wander off to bed. Repeat x5, wake up Saturday and scream at the disaster my life became over the week, spend rest of weekend picking up pieces. Rinse & Repeat Weekly.
Now, it’s: Get home, fire up podcast (I still don’t like a silent house), make dinner, eat dinner, make tomorrow’s lunch, wash dishes, clean kitchen, sweep up dog hair, wash off makeup, get into PJ’s, read a book in the living room or go into the second bedroom and pick something off the TiVo lineup that I want to watch (rather than picking from the dregs of the TiVo Suggestions), fall asleep on couch, wander to bed. Wake up Saturday morning and get out and do something, because I’m not stressed out about dirt, wrinkles and the wasteland that the kitchen no longer turns into.
I’m seriously amazed at how much moving the TV to a place where watching is a choice, rather than a default, has changed my relationship with it. It honestly makes me feel like a bit of an ass for being a slave to the TV for as long as I was.
What about you? What’s your relationship like with your TV? I’m sure you all figured this out long ago, while I’ve been lingering here in the dork (yes, I mean dork, not dark) ages.