May 4, 2016
“The Kimmy Schmidt Edition”
I’ve been known to binge. On cookies, on straightening out the row of brownies until it is just right and then just a little more right and now that side is crooked so just one more piece to make it neat and tidy, on Doritos (nacho cheese, please), and Netflix. I exhausted the supply of House of Cards and Orange is the New Black as well as Transparent, Gilmore Girls, and Derek. And then a new show grabbed me, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. She is buoyant, positive, flawed, struggling, lovable and pretty f’ed up. Wow! Kimmy, you are my Netflix emotional doppelgänger!
For the uninitiated, Kimmy was abducted and held for fifteen years in a bunker by a crazy preacher. (He’s a total nut job, but my heart still belongs to you Don Draper, I mean John Hamm. <3) She emerges with an indomitable spirit and faces New York City and most of her problems head on. In one episode she gives the most sage advice. From the Book of Kimmy, I quote, “I learned a long time ago that a person can stand just about anything for 10 seconds, then you just start on a new 10 seconds. All you’ve got to do is take it 10 seconds at a time.” She states this while turning a crank for days on end, a crank that has no clear purpose. But she cranks on. Crank on, Kimmy!
As I enter the fourth week of dieting without my emotional lifeboat made of sugar in all of its glorious forms, all of the food issues that I normally submerge under waves of frosting come burbling up to the surface. The most unlikely personal flotation device that has kept me from drowning has been Kimmy’s good advice. I can do this for ten more seconds. Just. Ten. More. Seconds. And then ten more. I’m with you, Kimmy. I’m turning the crank. Now if only I weren’t so cranky… (Someone give poor Kumar a pat on the back because he’s been a saint.)
Now to lighten the mood and your daily load here’s the theme from the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. I dare you to get the tune out of your head. It’s gonna be a fascinatin’ transition, indeed.