We got rid of our living room furniture and our cable television.
That's right. Now, the only comfortable place to sit is at our desks where the projects we've been neglecting wait patiently, like some loyal moll ready for an ounce of attention. Without the constant distraction of my favorite shows, some of which are guilty pleasures I will take with me to my grave, I've found myself being more productive with this newfound free time.
I'm writing more.
I'm reading more.
I'm composting ideas and doodling more notes and focusing on the changes I still want to incorporate in my life.
I'm also eating less. Food became that companion to our evening TV watching, somehow becoming so ingrained that it felt weird to watch TV without some hand-to-mouth action included. I've found myself snacking less out of boredom or craving that delicious bacon fest at Denny's and then going to the fridge to make my husband and I the awesome breakfast for dinner meal.
The point is that it's a disruptive choice. It's not been comfortable. I really do miss curling up in front of the TV. But I cannot deny that I've been more productive with my projects-- particularly my writing and the necessary reading that accompanies such a profession.
I've made time where I once didn't have any.
It makes me wonder if as a society we've become pacified with a constant barrage of entertainment to the point that we're not creating or mending or being productive in other ways during our spare time. I don't think that TV is a great evil. Not by any means. I think it became a way to numb the brain and escape after a long day of work, but eventually that escape became necessity, and the equivalent of sticking a pacifier in my brain so that it wouldn't stomp and cry and ask for something else.
What do you think? Have you ever done anything drastic for your art?
Photo courtesy of Terra Younger.