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04/30/2020

I am a big-time sports fan! Missing out on the NCAA College basketball championships, even the NBA playoffs, (now that my team sucks) is not so bad. But Baseball, come on! Baseball is not just a National Pastime, it is a normal activity for boys, girls, men and women and has been for more than a century. In the movie “Field of Dreams”, James Earl Jone’s character says,” The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled on like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard and rebuilt again……it reminds us of what once was good, and it could be again.” Good words for these times! You do not need to be a sports fan to watch and get good information from “Field of Dreams.” I think it has some of the most powerful spiritual messages of any film ever made. One of its many themes is about life returning to normal, suggesting that normal is a pleasant experience. Identifying normal and pleasant in recovery is a worthwhile journey. This prompts the question, what is normal, is it pleasant and how do we get there?
In our drinking careers most of us go through the fun stage of the disease. That seems normal. The next stage is fun plus problems, where we often seem to reach for normal with lessening success. It confounds us. Ultimately the despair of nothing but problems is where life leads us. We have no clue what normal is, was or could be. So again, what is normal and how do we get there? And, does baseball have anything to do with it?
The first major gift I allowed myself after I got sober was organizing a group to buy season tickets for the San Francisco Giants. Organizing is normal for me and what a way to make something affordable for people who share the same passion for baseball that I do. Spending money on things other than alcohol and drugs, including my bills, was not normal. So, this investment marked progress.
I remember going to my first game sober. I cried tears of joy when I got to the seats. I did not think much about the seat’s location until James Earl Jones’ monologue in the movie talked about finding a seat along the baselines. “Reserved seats on the base line”, in my case, first base to be exact, was the location where my grandfather took me to games in Chicago starting when I was 8 years old. I saw my first game at Wrigley Field. Memories flooded me at my first game sober, which was at Candlestick Park. I cried tears of joy again when the National Anthem was sung and the players took the field. I managed to keep my composure until the 7th inning stretch brought out the familiar rendition of “Take me out to the Ballgame,” where the tears came again. To my surprise, I discovered that it felt normal to be at the game with sober buddies. Before recovery it would have been abnormal not to have a beer in my hand. Being at the game sober was abnormal behavior. If you are not into sports, the same is true about enjoying any experiences without alcohol, things like going to a play, taking a walk on the beach, reading a book, etc. Feeling joy, excitement, calm, and other feelings sober is not to be minimized
Around the same time we became season ticket holders, I attended a lecture given by Dr. Stephanie Brown, a person in recovery, who is the Director of the Addictions Institute in Menlo Park, CA. During her talk she offered a comment that has stuck with me over the years, which is, “To recover, we have to become abnormal because drinking and using and behavior associated with it was normal for us.” Think about that in terms of how long it took for us to get into recovery from the moment we knew we were in trouble with alcohol and drugs. We kept up normal, albeit unhealthy, patterns after the realization of our problem. For me it was 10 years.
For those of us who come from shame-infused backgrounds, coming to recovery can be tougher, as was my experience. In my case, the thought of being abnormal created an image leading to feelings of being less than, if not downright soiled. It was challenging to discover those feelings were familiar to me, therefore, normal. I had a very bad experience growing up, which impacted my ability to surrender. Studies today show that trauma and PTSD are highly prevalent in recovering people. They also show that one need not have bad childhood experiences to develop shame-based thinking. It can come from trauma of any kind. It can happen when we truly awaken to the havoc we wreaked while drinking and using. Page 133 in the AA Big Book has specific information about using the services of doctors and psychiatrists. Today, we have therapists who specialize in healing from trauma and PTSD as it relates to alcoholism. I have been in therapy for years and I promise you that it can help people become abnormal, which is to say, healthy.
Blocking feelings associated with our behaviors and actions when we were drinking and using was normal because the substance managed our pain. The abnormal action of taking the Steps builds a bridge to allow our conscience to kick in. Without taking them, our chances of drinking increase to the point we can eventually become “constitutionally incapable of being honest with ourselves.”
I learned from experience that Dr. Brown’s statement about becoming abnormal as the journey in recovery is accurate. Our not drinking leads to new thinking, which is abnormal. The Steps make possible the release from the prison of the disease and with that new freedom comes an abnormal process of adjusting to our new reality. Our new thinking makes being abnormal a positive! For those of us who got/get stuck in the quagmire of feeling shame, embracing this concept is very freeing. It requires continuous work because the critical voice is patient and keeps trying to remind us that abnormal means we are flawed. Bob Earll called this voice, “The vulture on the bedpost.” So, what is a person to do?
This is April, the fourth month. What about revisiting the Steps including a full-on 4th Step? Let’s see. What does my busy schedule look like? Well, I’ll be darned. I have plenty of time now, don’t I. It is a good time to concentrate my efforts. To begin with, I must identify what my powerlessness(s) du jour is and proceed. Now, it’s time to be abnormal.
The pandemic is offering many examples of powerlessness in all our lives. Most of us are not on whatever daily schedule/routine we are accustomed to which adds to powerlessness. I am finding powerlessness in restrictions placed on us, even though they are in our best interests. I am finding powerlessness in missing face to face gatherings in meetings, with my sponsor, sponsees and social situations. I am finding powerlessness because I do not have work now. I am powerless over the fact the virus is robbing me of precious time, which feels sad because I am in the last third of my life. The pandemic is preventing from me filling my days the way I want them filled! I am angry at being powerless over misinformation being spread by our national government. It saddens me that spewing misinformation is enabling serious consequences to our fellows. It’s like growing up in a dysfunctional family all over again.
Independently, any one of these situations of powerlessness could make life feel unmanageable. Collectively, they are really stretching our recovery comfort zones. I do feel fortunate to be able to identify the feelings and put words to them. This is step 0. The step before the taking the Steps. The action of Step 0 before taking Step One is abnormal for sure. Many of you have read the book by Chuck C. entitled, “A New Pair of Glasses.” Of the many pearls of wisdom in his writing is how he views the recovery process at work. In simple terms he frames it to be, “We uncover, discover, then discard.”
With the pandemic creating space, I have time to pause and thoroughly assess if I have more examples of powerlessness to put into step 0. What and where is my powerlessness? How does it make my life unmanageable? Fellow traveler and author Herb Kaighan says, “We don’t know what we don’t know until we know.” Paying close attention to powerlessness helps me avoid the recovery b***y trap of avoidance. With more time on my hands, I don’t want to get lazy about my recovery, which can happen when I’m not paying attention. When I pay attention to my feelings, it helps me recognize I’m doing my part to remain abnormal!
Recovery grows and shifts and changes us in ways that often others see before we do. Then the day comes when we experience awareness that we are reversing the disease process. On arrival in recovery, we thought our problems too monumental, therefore unsolvable. That proved untrue, so we moved to the fresh air of hope. We could breathe. Then some fun started happening and finally along with the good stuff, we experienced the ability to “match calamity with serenity.” As James Earl Jones says, “What once was good, could be good again.” Long before W. P. Kinsella wrote the book, “Shoeless Joe” that the movie, “Field of Dreams” is based on, Bill W. and Dr. Bob’s connection built a field of dreams for all of us. They built it and we came.
Dr. Brown’s new philosophy is that AA and other 12 Step programs are the new normal way of life because the process has proven effective with the test of time. I like that a lot. What a great thing to be part of. Today, April 25, the Giants were to play the Washington Nationals at ATT Park in San Francisco. Every baseball fan and even those who are not fans could have enjoyed a day at the park. It was to be a Saturday in the sun, a great day to enjoy the ballpark, with peanuts, popcorn, Cracker Jacks and sobriety. I probably would have been at this game. Weekend games are normal for me to attend. Instead, I spent the day being abnormal with gratitude for the opportunity to do so.

Bob Kocher

04/27/2020

April 14, 2020

Beth and I have a dog named Maddie. She is a Black Mouth Cur (we think). She is by far and away the BEST DOG IN THE WORLD! All right you cat, bird, bunny, et al. lovers, don’t feel left out! Treat the content herein as DOG as we understood DOG.
Maddie is in a long line of the best dogs in the world. Each one of them has been the best. My first best dog was Laska, a beautiful white Samoyed. Next came Samantha, a black Lab who came into my life a couple of years before I entered into recovery. She came from one of my drinking buddies. She was named after the character in the TV series, Bewitched. She taught me a lot about playfulness, loyalty, commitment to a relationship, asking for what she needed and gratitude when she got it; which is to say she taught me a lot about love.
Samantha was definitely the best dog in the world. Okay, I admit. The same is true for my sweetie, Beth’s dogs. They were all the best dogs in the world. I only got to meet Annie. She was a Chow mix, with an Orphan Annie red hair colored coat. The first time I met her she eyeballed me very closely. I don’t think she liked me very much. She didn’t need to speak English to let me know I better be nice to Beth or suffer the consequences. Beth lived in Chico at the time and when we talked on the phone, I would sign off by singing to Annie. “Annie, Annie, bo panie, banana fanna fo f***y, fee fi fo little many…….ANNIE (Repeat)…then “How ‘bout savin’ some of those keeses (kisses) for me……Woooo. The next time I went to Chico to visit Beth, Annie looked out the open door to see who had arrived. I hid behind the car in the driveway and sang her the song she had heard every day for a couple of weeks. She trotted out to greet me and we got to be great friends. Isn’t it amazing what loving DOG can do!
Before Beth and I got together, my canine companion was Gracie. Her official name was Amazing Grace the Fabulous Pit Bull. Getting a Pit Bull was my wife at the time’s idea. I would never have chosen that breed. As it turned out, Gracie was the best dog in the world. She was a rescue dog who loved people. Unfortunately, she never could accept other dogs. So, when Beth and I got together, we had to keep Gracie and Annie separated, which was very hard because they were each the best dogs in the world. In an odd way, they taught us how to work together, negotiate and learn about safety in our house, both realistically and metaphorically. After a few years of their teaching us, it became time for them to go to DOG heaven within 6 months of each other. It was hard to imagine getting a new addition to the family. As you know, grieving takes what it takes. After a time, it became harder to imagine not having a companion, so we agreed to think about looking for the next best dog in the world.
We started noticing other people walking their dogs. One of my quirks is I have my own words for people, places, things and animals as you can see from the song for Annie. Somewhere or another, I came up with a private name for the dogs we encountered. I called them Ruttlers. We would be driving along and one of us would spot a dog. If it was me, I would say, “Ruttling.” It came to be a catch word to stop what we were doing and appreciate other people’s best dogs in the world. Anyway, the time came to welcome that new addition to our family. We went to shelters and dog placement areas like “Pet Smart.” Lots of wonderful, Ruttlers, but nothing that barked to us.
One day, I got a call from our friend Diana, who worked at an animal rescue shelter in Fresno, CA. Beth’s employers have a tiny Maltese named Freya, who is the best dog in the world. I had never heard the name Freya. When Diana sent a picture of a dog in the Fresno Shelter, the name sign on top of the kennel read "Freya". I texted Beth the picture. I almost had to restrain her from leaving for Fresno at the first opportunity. “It was cosmic”, she said. “You know, meant to be!” She set down the rules saying, “We are going to Fresno and we are going to be the first ones there on adoption morning.,,,,first in line…..the second they open!” Beth’s as close to a pacifist as there is, but she was ready to fight for that dog. So, we got up at 4:00AM for a two-hour drive to be to the shelter by 8:00AM. It was like getting in line for limited release tickets to the Stones or the World Series. I Love her passion for DOG.
Before we left the shelter as proud adoptive parents, we decided on the name Maddie. She is named after the now former San Francisco Giants fantastic pitcher Madison Bumgarner. Guess whose idea that was? Before we got home from Fresno it was obvious, we had the best dog in the world! There was some evidence that her first year of life had challenges. She needed lots of reassurance that her surroundings were safe and, most of all, permanent. She wanted us as much as we wanted her. Her breed is in the hound family from the Southern United States. They are horse herders and family protectors. It is said they climb trees. She is afraid of loud bangs, like when firecrackers go off. The other side of that is she is very protective of us. She wants more of everything she likes. More is better. She loves people we love and greets with a full body wag. She is definitely the best dog in the world.
Okay, there must be a recovery tie-in somewhere in this story. Well there is! I got to thinking about something I hear frequently in meetings from people who move out of the area they got sober in. It’s common to hear things like, “It’s not the same here; These meetings don’t do it the right way; I can’t find a sponsor as good as the one I lost when I moved.” You’ve undoubtedly heard similar shares. They describe being part of the best meeting(s) in the world in past tense. It is hard to imagine finding the next best meeting in the world anywhere unless we finally let ourselves become “part of” in our new home environment.
I can relate. From 1988-2001, I was in a structured, socially oriented group experience. It was a multi-meeting fellowship, 32 per week. We had barbeques, formed sports teams, duked it out in monthly business meetings, even ran an annual weekend mini-conference. I came to cherish something it took me a while to understand, which is to say I was part of the experience I never had in my youth, growing up. For many of us it was the root of our need for connection. It is rite of passage stuff. When I came to the Central Coast, things were different. Things were not the same. They didn’t do it right. I couldn’t find a sponsor. So, what’s the good part? I didn’t drink or use between the meetings I had trouble adjusting to. That was the best news in the world. In addition, I worked the Al Anon program with gratitude of being a double winner. Al Anon goes a long way in keeping Alcoholics sane. Imagine that.
Thank DOG over time, things changed. I have come to believe that each meeting I attend is the best meeting in the world. Never mind the quirks, the new impossible personalities, the way the old guard does things. It’s just another example of me wanting the world to be a certain way so I can be okay. You know that powerlessness thing.
The Zoom meetings have really helped bring a great perspective to being in the best meetings in the world. We are a large bunch of renegades, and we don’t want to be told what to do, period. Yet, when our lives may depend on it, like surrender in early recovery, it’s a little easier to listen to what to do. Lockdown has made following directions a lot easier, even though it’s against our nature.
Because of my vocation, I’ve been fortunate, blessed actually, to meet people and go to meetings all over the planet. Zoom meetings make this possible without travel expenses. I get a chance to relate to people deeply. I’m less distracted by what I must do after the meeting. I get to say “Thank you for helping me,” and hear people say “Thanks for helping me.” I get to understand it’s up to me to relate to everyone as the best meeting participants in the world.
Every day when Beth and I wake up, Maddie is there with a smile and full body wag. She loves and gets love. She lays down in between us as we go through a daily ritual, looking in each other’s eyes to start the day with prayers. Then we discuss coming events and our plans for the day. We know for sure that Maddie is the best dog in the world.
These days we go to a variety of Zoom meetings. At the meetings, we look into each other’s eyes, pray and listen to discussions of current situations in recovery from our brothers and sisters in the program. They are the best meetings in the world; a constant reminder the DOG is in charge. Thank GOD.

Bob Kocher

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