So, early this summer we got rid of the expensive little black box that sat on top of our tv.
We still have the actual tv.
The first few weeks were.. strange.
I was so used to the zombie-like ritual of getting up in the morning and turning on the tv, and then semi-sleep untill noon with it on.
Actually having to think about what i wanted to watch (or if I wanted to watch anything at all!) was almost like a physical pain at first. (Thats a weird description, I know, but its the closest I can get).
My head is still fuzzy, I still feel so distant to the world and everyone around me, but its a tiny step closer, and that cheers me up.
I just dont know how to wake myself up properly.
Its like I'm standing somewhere outside myself, looking at what I'm doing, but not really connecting.
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Good on you that you got rid of it!
I had a thing once to listen to knutsen og ludvigsen's song god morgen norge, every morning. Just lie in bed and listen to it. I Guess its weird, but I have strong feelings for that song, and it gets me in morning-mood right away.
I think rituals are hella useful. Creating new rituals can be tough, but worth it.
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