<?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>Frustrations on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/frustrations/</link><description>Recent content in Frustrations 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, 21 Dec 2020 17:54:14 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/frustrations/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sharing the Load, Permission to Feel, &amp; Impermanence</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2020/12/21/sharing-the-load-permission-to-feel-impermanence/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2020 17:54:14 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2020/12/21/sharing-the-load-permission-to-feel-impermanence/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve struggled to come up with three things to post today. It’s one of those days when the weight of the world feels heavy on my shoulders. I am grateful to know that I don’t have to shoulder that weight alone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hiding in Plain Sight</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2020/12/21/hiding-in-plain-sight/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2020 08:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2020/12/21/hiding-in-plain-sight/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m stealthy. I’ve always been good at keeping secrets — hiding things. I hid my feelings of guilt and shame about my father’s suicide when I was a kid by telling people all about it as soon as I got comfortable with them. If I told them the story quickly, and without a lot of feelings, then they would think I was over it — that I’d made peace with it. I told people that it was something that had happened, matter of factly, like it was as insignificant as what I’d had for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Skiing with the Scouts</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2020/03/02/skiing-with-the-scouts/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2020 15:02:13 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2020/03/02/skiing-with-the-scouts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A mounting sense of dread came over me as the weekend approached and I came to terms with the facts. I’d be driving four hours each way to a scout trip where the main activity would be skiing or snowboarding. I’d be giving up control of my weekend for the sake of my son and that of the troop.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don’t Bite the Hook</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2018/08/10/dont-bite-the-hook/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2018 08:55:26 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2018/08/10/dont-bite-the-hook/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Feelings can be so intense. This morning I was supposed to take my son fishing on a charter out of Menemsha harbor. I woke at 6:30, made coffee, prepared lunch and snacks, and got him up for the adventure. We walked down to the appointed meeting point, the Menemsha Texaco, arriving at 7:50. Plenty of time to grab an extra snack and a T shirt for the boy who was wearing a sweatshirt with nothing underneath in August. Plenty of time to catch the boat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The ferry that wasn't a ferry.</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/06/10/the-ferry-that-wasnt-a-ferry/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2016 19:20:11 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/06/10/the-ferry-that-wasnt-a-ferry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Hi, welcome to Seastreak. Do you have a reservation?”  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, we’re on the 2 PM to Martha’s Vineyard.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Okay, parking is down the street for $13 a day, or we can valet it for $25 a day.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>