<?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>Sangha on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/sangha/</link><description>Recent content in Sangha 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, 11 Nov 2019 08:11:22 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/sangha/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Step 3: This is Going To Require Some Help</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2019/11/11/step-3-this-is-going-to-require-some-help/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2019 08:11:22 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2019/11/11/step-3-this-is-going-to-require-some-help/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;‌&lt;em&gt;Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I must admit that upon reaching this step my thoughts were something along the lines of this: “So, here we are. Face to face with the religion inherent in these steps. God. Him. I’ll never be able to deal with this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Tale of Two Weddings</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2017/07/16/a-tale-of-two-weddings/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2017 16:34:06 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2017/07/16/a-tale-of-two-weddings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anxiety. Fear. Agony.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Those are the words that come to mind when I recall the first wedding I attended sober. It was a scant sixteen days after I&amp;rsquo;d given up the drink. I was still in withdrawal, and probably had no business going to a wedding of a fraternity brother. Still, I was committed to attending and even more committed to not 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>