Everyone has a person...

This evening I received a text message. Most people receive hundreds of text messages daily, so this isn’t anything earth shattering or out of the ordinary.

And receiving a text from this person wasn’t anything strange either.

The last of three succinct messages was a charming Bitmoji with creepily realistic features, telling me “I love you.” To the top was the link to a podcast Terrible, Thanks For Asking—“Best Friends Forever.” Scrunched in-between was a more brief, less creative “love you.”

Now why am I receiving random podcasts links and cryptic I love you texts, you ask?…well because my best friend loves podcasts, and sometimes shares them with me.

This podcast conveniently made sense this time and I was intrigued. Quickly texting her back before my car ride back to my apartment “Totally going to listen to this as I make my lunch!” Then a bitmoji of myself sending love back (and commenting on her creepily realistic bitmoji that looks just like her!).

I settle in, finishing up some dishes and clicking play. Nora McInerny sassy voice fills my dining room introducing me to Jayna—a pig farmer residing in Seattle. Jayna shares with us her whirlwind friendship with Michele and Michele sounds amazing! She bikes through Korea, travels alone in Australia, and lives her life to the fullest. She is the best friend everyone wants to model their best friend after.

Sadly, what I begin to realize about this podcast is the heartbreak it delivers. Nora is encouraging me to call up my best friend right now, or at least text them to let them know how much I love them and can’t imagine life without them. At this point, it hits me like a ton of bricks!

Michele dies.

I instantly curse my best friend in my head for sending me this awful podcast. But my heartbreak also shifts back to Jayna, and how she lost her best friend to a stroke. Her perfectly healthy, world traveling, best friend…gone in the blink of an eye.

I am not one to typically overthink these things. I often swallow the lump in my throat, or fight back my tears when something sad slips into view. Not a recommended choice for coping, but one that is currently “working” in my life. I also begin to think of worldly news…how people have lost loved one’s in wars, catastrophic natural disasters, and most recently heinous acts of gun violence on civilians enjoying a concert. All of the best friends lost in those moments…

We often don’t take the time to recognize loved ones until life forces us to. We may do it in passing, on birthdays, or on our way out the door…but those moments come as second nature and we don’t typically relish in them.

It is important to make time to enjoy smaller moments of laughter, hugs, or chats with loved ones. Something as simple as a text saying “hello!” or a quick FaceTime on the way to work reminds loved ones how much they mean to you, and that even though the moment is brief, it is important. I know after this podcast, I will be reaching out to my people more often, just because I want to let them know that I miss them and love them, and am always thinking of them.

God Save The Queen

A couple Friday’s ago I was suppose to be sipping delicious hot cocoa and admiring Lake Michigan from a close friend's apartment. Maybe even gracing a dance floor later in the evening…but than Winter Storm Decima blew into our lives and dumped powdery white crap all over my house, car, and streets…

Needless to say, I spent my Friday night at home, gazing at the pretty snow, and mentally preparing for the brutal cold that was to come after the 7 inches of powdery white nonsense.

As most people during a snowstorm, I snuggled up in bed with a glass of wine and decided I would peruse Netflix. What I did not realize is that I would be taking a trip back in time to 1950s Great Britain, and embarking on a journey unlike any other.

Most of you know I have a strange affinity for all things British…okay, maybe just Eddie Redmayne, but either way I was stunned at the sheer greatness that is Netflix’s The Crown. I was transported to a different time. Lavish costumes, gorgeous jewelry, bewitching language, and my goodness their posture is exquisite. The Crown gives us a first look at what it was like for Princess Elizabeth to unexpectedly be thrust onto the thrown, grooming her to become Britain’s longest standing monarch since Queen Victoria I.

I know nothing of British history. I have no real knowledge of what purpose the monarchy holds in the United Kingdom. I find it funny that the world is so enthralled with a family that is relatively quiet; an enigma. What drew me in about this ten hour historical fiction drama is that it is a cinematic masterpiece. The colors are enticing. The language is passive, lavish, and devilishly charming. The sets are larger than life; immaculate, yet dusty enough to show the age that comes with the British monarchy.

Opening with an epic title song orchestrated by Hans Zimmer—The Crown lures you in with a crescendo so sweepingly powerful, you have to keep watching. Keeping it fascinating, the show, though fictional, gives us a first hand look into the mystery that is the House of Windsor. How did this shy, young women end up becoming the longest serving queen Britain has ever seen? The script is weak and I often found myself resorting to Wikipedia (yes, I use Wikipedia) to give me background on unfamiliar members trouncing in and out of scenes, and how they were connected with the royal family. 

What makes up for holes in the script is the stellar cast the show has put together. Claire Foy is stunning as the young queen. Mousey and timid, she portrays a young women fighting for her identity between queen and wife, sister and motherhood. Foy wears this struggle permanently on her face, in her posture, and through her actions. She lives and breathes the challenges this unexpected crowning has brought upon her and her new family.

Though Foy is wonderful, Matt Smith and Vanessa Kirby steal the show; Smith playing the dashing and contemptuous Prince Philip and Kirby playing the charmingly whimsical Princess Margaret. Both embody the breadth of emotions one may go through when their loved one is now their rule maker with ease. Smith is endearing and incredibly antsy, showing much reluctancy to the crown. I applaud the writers for bringing Prince Philip to life through fabulous language, complete with off-color remarks and disdain for what the crown embodies. At one point going as far to say him and the Queen are a coat of paint on “rusty old banger." Kirby brings to life the fun and free Princess, who enjoys all things lavish, but longs for all the things she can’t have. She embodies the brazen princess who, ripe with envy, unleashes her jealously through a series of bold remarks to a party full of country leaders, only encouraging her warped sense of self.

Of course, none of them compare to John Lithgow’s towering, methodical portrayal of Prime Minister Winston Churchill. Larger than life, mad, and domineering, Lithgow is Churchill to a tee. He embodies a crotchety old man, weathered by war and politics, fighting to stay relevant. His performance is deeply frustrating, yet mesmerizing. Lithgow certainly put the time in to perfect Churchill’s cadence, and extremely rough appearance after leading a country through many victories.

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More like mini-movies, this show lacks the arcs found in most television shows. The Crown may be vexing for those who enjoy a story arc that creates no hesitation to press play as soon as an episode is done. I respected the decision to abandon story arcs, but do believe storylines were muddled along the way. The show is already spending close to $100 million pounds (approximately $120 million dollars) to assemble this opulent production, what is a few more pounds to make sure we know the entire backstory. Or is it your intent to let my mind wander?

None the less, this tantalizing drama draws you in until the very last scene. Allowing you to explore a world you may never have been able to dream of. Often skimming over the more important details, I applaud this fictional historical drama for giving us the opportunity to be a fly on the wall in one of the world’s most coveted places…

Buckingham Palace.