<?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>The Universe on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/the-universe/</link><description>Recent content in The Universe 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>Wed, 14 Dec 2016 10:43:13 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/the-universe/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Miracle of Runway</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2016/12/14/the-miracle-of-runway/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2016 10:43:13 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2016/12/14/the-miracle-of-runway/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When I got sober in September of 2015, I found myself in a unique time when my schedule was incredibly light. For about 6 weeks, I didn’t really have any customer appointments. My business partner was on vacation for a week or two at the time. The quarterly team meeting was in my town so I didn’t have to travel. In sort, I was blessed with a very light load. It was a time unlike nearly any other in the six years I’ve been in the position that I hold. And I was absolutely blessed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>