It’s March 4, and the last day I saw a movie was Feb. 1.
Not that I’ve noticed much.
The first week or so, I felt like watching a movie almost every night, and had to restrain myself. After that, I kind of forgot that I was purposely abstaining from movies.
I had books to read. (I’m currently working on two, Studies in the Sermon on the Mount by Martyn Lloyd-Jones and The Complete Father Brown collection of G.K. Chesterton short stories. I’m aiming to read Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman as soon as I finish one of those two books.)
I had an apartment to clean. (It’s clean. Even most of the dishes are done. I vacuumed today, thinking the whole time about things that don’t like bowties.)
I had friends to hang out with. (At a friend’s inaugural jewelry party, at a living history fair, at church, at my cousins’ houses, and so on.)
I had a church missions conference to attend.
I had taxes to do. (Done, but not filed. Yet.)
I had a new phone to order, activate and play with.
I even had a Greek play to attend.
Now I’m just trying to decide whether I really want to start watching movies again. By myself, at least. I can see the value of watching movies with friend – it’s a bonding thing – but if I’m watching a movie by myself, in my apartment, it’s probably because I can’t think of anything better to do.
And that’s probably a fault of my own thinking rather than an actual dearth of better ways to fill my time.