This thought that maybe it's the searching that gives meaning aligns nicely with the sentiment that the point is to acknowledge we are hungry. After eating half an order of fries and half of a double bacon cheeseburger I'm sure not physically hungry. But spiritually? Yes.
I'm fretting as I have been since Friday over seeing my boss tomorrow and whether she might have words for me. No, I wasn't drinking at work, but still have some reason to fear there may be some "action" on her part. As Dorothy says in Return to Oz, I try to console myself that "There's nothing to be done for it now. " Anxiety is a bear.
Anyhow, I'm sober now hanging out at mom's place. It's ok. I mean... She has moved out of my childhood home but somehow being in Her home can still be a stressor. Hard to explain.