Escapism

 I’ve got a new tv.  Yes it’s an indulgence that makes my nest feel well feathered.  But.  It is so easy, so comfortable, so distracting.       I feel so ambivalent   I fear it eating my attention but i want its limbic stimulation.   When is escape part of a healthy life? What  is the balance which makes it soul food not a drug?    Is it the quality ? I try not to watch junk   Or is it what I do with the time on either side?  Perhaps it’s letting it inform the rest of my life. The movie about the middle aged housewife during WWll who journaled her way into owning her life,   Kind of like the use of remembering dreams so I can integrate my unconscious perhaps the escape can be food for thought and not       I”m grasping and gasping for meaning.  Perhaps that’s enough of a balance for now