A Bridgerton Fan

Yesterday was a beautiful day of reset, which is what I like to call my self-care days. I cleaned, relaxed, bathed, and cooked. I even caught myself wanting to clean every part of my home in one day but refrained from doing so, because I knew I’d fully exhaust myself. While that may not seem like much, I know that’s a sign of growth for me. (Side note: Yesterday, I became very aware of how much I’m beginning to resemble the fictious Friends character, Monica Geller, when I caught myself eating a cookie over the sink so as not to ruin the freshly vacuumed floor with crumbs…I know!)

And to my absolute surprise, I began binge-watching the very last series I thought I’d watch, Bridgerton. I don’t really care for British Period dramas; however, I was curious to understand the hype. And while I wouldn’t declare myself a huge fan, I began to appreciate something I didn’t anticipate.

While the show obviously displays incredibly archaic societal standards for men and women, there is something so pure and special about the innocence of falling in love. In courting and promenading and just spending time with someone. Each tiny moment getting to know someone is cherished and celebrated. And I truly love that. So, consider me, a Bridgerton fan.

Yours truly,

Lady Aida