<?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>L on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/l/</link><description>Recent content in L 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>Sat, 30 Jul 2016 14:41:19 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/l/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fighting the Lizard Brain</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/07/30/fighting-the-lizard-brain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2016 14:41:19 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/07/30/fighting-the-lizard-brain/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been very proud of myself for how things have been going with my sobriety. Maybe too proud. Sometime around 6 months in, things just seemed to click and it got easier. I no longer longed for a beer. I was quite comfortable to be around others who were enjoying a drink or two - not hanging out at booze fests mind you, just casual beers with dinner and such. It had started to feel easy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>