The Great British Summer. Sober.

“Pure water is the World’s first and foremost medicine.” – Slovakian Proverb

The great British Summer fills me with such happy, nostalgic memories. Memorable long afternoons, spent playing in the sand. Always, with a t-shirt on. My parents insisted I always wear a t-shirt in the summer, due to my extremely pale Irish skin tone. Believe me, I burn. I was so carefree, content and comfortable in my surroundings. The smell of salt and vinegar would familiarise me, and excite me. There was nothing more exciting than the decision to have dinner at the beach, eaten with a little wooden fork. I would sit in my rubber dingy and eat my chips and scraps, and think this was the best day, ever.

The sea would mesmorise me, with it’s many waves and endless possibilities. The beach has always been my happy place. It so close to my home, and holds a special place in my heart. I have neglected my surroundings, probably over the last decade. Life has been fast. The serenity of the sea was not a usual recreational place to visit. I abandoned it. I abandoned it to spend my Summer in beer gardens, pubs, gin bars and usually bed. I wasted my days off hungover, fragile and fearful. Fearful over what I did, or said the night before. Fragile, because I had gone too far again. Drank too much. I chose to spend my Summer’s in places which provided alcohol, which would serve me a big dose of dopamine in a glass. A quick high, which never lasted long.

As I was walking on the beach this afternoon (gotta get those 10,000) on a nice sober day off from work, I took everything in, bit by bit. The glistening sand in the sunlight, the families playing games with one another, the dog walkers and people picnicking. It was a snapshot of a great British Summer. There were no pubs on the beach, it was desolate of drink. I looked around and families had juices, bottles of water and slushy drinks. As far as I could see, nobody was drinking. Yet, everyone was having fun. Endless fun. Children and their parents were laughing, running in and out of the sea. Grandparents were reading the paper, with their feet carefully nestled in the sand. It was fun. I had fun, and I felt free. Free of the grips of alcohol and addiction. I reflected on my feelings whilst walking, and realised this is the life I should have been living all along. I have got to thirty years old, and this is the decade where I am going to appreciate everything. After all, aren’t the best things in life, free?

M x

2 Comments Add yours

  1. sobrietytree says:

    Oh! This is beautiful, just beautiful… you have given us a break by the sea here… what a treasure. I love your writing. And yes! I have been noticing this too, every time I go somewhere… the unbelievable 😆realization that not everyone is drinking. And yet they are having fun! :)) It’s a world renewed, over and over. I could relate to so much in this post. Different coastlines, but same feelings and similar progression through life.

    Wonderful that you are doing this at age 30 instead of mid-forties, like me. (Though I am thrilled, now that I think of it, to be doing it at mid-forties instead of 60. ;))) And if I were 60, I’d be thrilled as well…. oh dear I’m rambling. Basically it’s never too late to wake up and taste unfiltered life again. 😄☀️🌦)

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    1. soberat30 says:

      Thank you so much. I equally love your writing too!
      It’s funny isn’t it? To have clear goggles on, as opposed to continuous beer googles! I am glad you can relate in someway, that is so nice to hear!
      Thank you – Haha, I know exactly what you mean! I tried to do it in my 20’s for a brief time, but don’t think I had enough insight or experiences to spur me on to becoming sober. Whatever the age though, the perfect time to start is now! I absolutely agree, unfiltered life is an absolutely game changer!

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