We lost our TV a few months ago due to our ongoing house renovations.  (We still own it, it’s just dusty and dirty and the only place to sit and watch it is just a few centimeters from the screen.) 

And I haven’t missed it. 

Not that I have ever been a big TV watcher to begin with, but when it was there to be watched, and there was something interesting on, there I would be, hoping to see something new, or informative, or entertaining. 

Now that it’s not there, I have missed every “interesting” program that has been on in the last three months.

And I haven’t given it a second thought.

When we had a TV, and I came home from work exhausted, I would sometimes plunk myself down in front of the thing “just to relax.” 

Now I curl up with a good book, catch up on my favourite blogs, sew, or write. 

When we had a TV, I would often cuddle up next to Hubby in the evenings, just to be near him and watch whatever he was watching (although I might ask  him to change the channel first…..)  And then I would get hooked into the program and convince myself it was ok to stay up late to see it to the end…. and another night would go by when I wouldn’t get enough sleep.

Now there are nights when hubby and I cuddle up in bed with our books, two bookworms enjoying the written word, and each others company.  And when I’m tired, the bookmark holds my place until the next night.  

It’s funny how you never realize how something impacts your life, until you experience life without it. 

And I hope when it returns (and hubby assures me it WILL be returning) that I will remember that I am happier without it.

Have you ever had something removed from your life, only to discover that you didn’t really need it the way you thought you did?