It's time for me to be honest. I didn't even make it a week.
I watched an episode of Supernatural yesterday.
Let me defend myself for a moment. . .
I cleaned my first floor yesterday. Not just stuff crammed somewhere out of sight cleaned, but massive VVA donation and bags and bags of trash cleaned. I plan on hitting the second floor today.
At lunch yesterday, I just wanted to sit down and tune out for some downtime. I had done my devotions. I'd prayed. I'd worked out. I'd read. I wanted to shut my brain off for 44 minutes while I ate. So I did.
It's a flimsy defense, but I'm sticking to it because either way, I think I learned something. It's interesting why I've been craving TV. It's not because it's edifying or anything. I turn it on because I want to kill time or I want to shut my brain off. It's simply something mindless to do.
Poignant revelation of the century it's not, but it's worth thinking on a little further. Why do I need to shut my brain off? Where is the overload in other parts of my life that is causing this deep desire to go mindless for 44 minutes? Can I simplify something else so that I don't have that feeling of total mental exhaustion?