It’s Never Enough: reflections on 48 hours without technology

It seemed simple enough at first: 48 hours without technology (without fb, iphone, computer, Internet, etc.); 48 hours to sit with my grief. I thought I was ready. Well, really I was.

Before I my 48 hours began I went to the store. After all I had to buy food as I was preparing for Armageddon. Walking around the store I found myself searching for chocolate: candy bars, cookies, sugary junk. I specifically wanted two of the jumbo m and m cookies Vons usually carries, but they didn’t have any in the two-pack for sale. That’s when thoughts of candy cr*p started swirling about in my head.

But the longer I walked around the store, the more I realized that none of it would make me feel better. None of that food would fill the hole in my heart. It would and never could be enough to really make me feel better, to make my sadness go away.

Sadness that had more to do than with my dad. Sure that’s a huge part of my right now, but the rest of it: at my core I have difficulty realizing I’m worthy of love, that I can be loved. I’m sorry if that makes any of you feel uncomfortable, but that’s a huge part of my truth, and a significant driving force in my desire to improve my life: I’m working on showing my Self that I am worthy just the way I am.

That’s really what I’d be sitting with; that’s really what scares(d) me. No technology, no sugar, just me.

I didn’t know what I was in for.

I thought maybe I’d have some HUGE revelation, some massively profound breakthrough, but, as the hours passed, I found myself craving escape from myself, wanting to go so far with out that I’d never see within. I spent so many hours in bed, but not asleep; rather, in a state of melancholy. Then I started looking through pics and found so many of me as a child, with the same smile I have now. And my dad—so many pics of him, yet not enough. Seeing those pics brought sad and joyful tears to my eyes.

There’s so much about him that I just miss. His voice. His laugh. All the times he’d tell me he loved me. A random memory of a time as a young girl when we watched a movie holding hands. I don’t remember which movie, but when I close my eyes I can still feel his hand in mine……..and I can feel the moment when our hands let go……………a little girl and her father, a precious moment in time.

Those memories and new ones yet to be created will be the only way to really fill the hole in my heart.

And at the end of the 48 hours without external technological influences that’s the revelation I’m left with: allow the loving memories of the past to shape the beautiful potential of the future that is this moment………………….



2 thoughts on “It’s Never Enough: reflections on 48 hours without technology

  1. Heartfelt. It makes me remember always to cherish the daily memories. It’s never the big things; it’s always the little things.

  2. Oh Nancy, it breaks my heart that you don’t see yourself as so many others see you…so lovely, wonderful, and amazing! You are sooooo worthy of love, just as you are, and you are loved by so many. I hope you can see both of these aspects and let that love fill your heart with confidence, value, and happiness!

    Also, I love seeing the pictures of you and your dad together! It makes me smile remembering him! I loved his laugh too! He had the greatest sense of humor and such a warming smile…just like you! I know that you miss him, but he lives on in you! 🙂

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