<?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>Dad on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/dad/</link><description>Recent content in Dad 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>Thu, 25 Mar 2021 18:49:50 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/dad/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Resignation Masquerading as Acceptance</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2021/03/25/resignation-masquerading-as-acceptance/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2021 18:49:50 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2021/03/25/resignation-masquerading-as-acceptance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation—some fact of my life—unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. &amp;hellip; Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life’s terms, I cannot be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Living in the Here and Now -- Making New Cherished Memories</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/09/19/living-in-the-here-and-now-making-new-cherished-memories/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2016 10:06:48 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/09/19/living-in-the-here-and-now-making-new-cherished-memories/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-8057" src="https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2016/09/p1010559-1.jpg" alt="p1010559-1" width="227" height="300" /&gt;Yesterday, I was blessed to attend my Aunt Debbie’s wedding at Quiet Water’s Park in Annapolis, MD. It was a beautiful ceremony followed by a very nice reception. We had music, and dancing. I was surrounded by my family as well as my cousin’s family and I caught myself smiling several times.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can’t say that I didn’t think about drinking at all — I did, how could one not when there was wine and beer available and others were imbibing — but I didn’t want any alcohol. I was at ease with myself and with the event. I was in the present moment, enjoying just that moment for all that it was worth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That’s a wonderful way to live.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>First Father’s Day Sober</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/06/19/first-fathers-day-sober/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2016 08:27:45 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/06/19/first-fathers-day-sober/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Today is Father’s Day. I am sober.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although I stopped counting a while ago, the app on my phone tells me it’s been 270 days since I first went 24 hours without a drink. I celebrate my sobriety date based on that rather than the day of my last drink — somehow it seems more correct.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>