Hey guys!! Bernie the Goldendoodle here.
You’ll never guess what? I have my very own pine tree inside the house. I’m not sure why there’s no pinecones to eat underneath it like there usually is, but.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never tried to hide the fact that I believe fall is the superior season. So much so, that I’ve always said my “new year” starts in September. The air just smells different. The way the light hits things is different. The world changes color for no good reason but to be beautiful, and I love it.
In a perfect world, we wouldn't have birthdays. I've never been a fan. But clearly it's not a perfect world. I know that because I don't live on the Amalfi coast, The Shape of Water stole all the Oscars from The Greatest Showman, and I have 3 forehead wrinkles currently.
You are color. Your biggest fear is living a normal life. A stifled life. A boring life. A 9-5, fluorescent filled, gray cubicle life. The kind of security the average suburbian dreams of is your slow poison. And so is the thought of being average. It brings you to the edge of insanity even more so than the thought of settling.
If you're confused as to why I'm even writing about something so personal as infertility or weird health problems, I can only assume we aren't real life friends. And also, you have never read any of my blogs before. So, let me introduce myself. I'm Brit, and I'm about to talk about my uterus now, ok?