<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Conversations on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/conversations/</link><description>Recent content in Conversations on Walking in Sober Boots</description><image><title>Walking in Sober Boots</title><url>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</url><link>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2019 10:12:38 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/conversations/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Stopping for Sam</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2019/06/03/stopping-for-sam/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2019 10:12:38 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2019/06/03/stopping-for-sam/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;If you follow me on twitter on &lt;a href="https://www.instagram.com/damiendeville/"&gt;Instagram&lt;/a&gt; then you know I’ve transformed myself from a relatively sedentary guy to a relatively passionate runner. In a little over a year, I’ve gone from barely being able to run for 90 seconds to running between 10 and 15 miles per week. Running has become a form of self care for me and I love it. I’m grateful that my body continues to heal from the damage I did when I was drinking.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Conversations and Connections</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/04/23/conversations-and-connections/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2016 11:24:28 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/04/23/conversations-and-connections/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I drive down Maryland Route 140 from Westminster toward I795, the sun sets in the rear-view mirror.  For years I tried to let the sun set on my youth.  I felt out of step with the world growing up in rural Maryland.  And in a lot of ways, I was out of step with the world.  But now, I&amp;rsquo;m finding that venturing back to where I grew up is not as painful as I might have imagined it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve just had an amazing reunion with a very special teacher, one who saw something in me and helped me set my life on a better path in high school.  Through the miracles of technology, we have been reunited and have kept up with each other over the past 8 years or so.  We met one other time, before I went off the rails.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>