The Princess of Wales exudes grace, dignity, and the poise of true royal bearing—a living example of refined elegance that honors the traditions of the British monarchy.
In sharp contrast, there’s Meghan Markle, who, by her own admission, couldn’t control her choice of words after a couple of drinks. The difference between these two women is truly monumental, isn’t it? Meghan even confessed to becoming quite cheeky when tipsy—a far cry from the decorum expected of a royal. This is the same person who later sought to lecture the royal family on modernity and protocol. The irony, my friends, is simply breathtaking.
What truly astonishes is how Meghan once wrote about embracing life with playful openness to change. That was back in 2016, before her whirlwind romance with Prince Harry. We all saw how that approach played out. The only change she seemed eager for was turning a centuries-old institution upside down to align with her Hollywood narrative. Let’s delve into the revealing blog post where she laid out a series of lofty resolutions. She talked about learning French—a charming ambition—but apparently abandoned it. She aimed to quit swearing and failed at that, too. Running a marathon was another goal that never materialized. Her New Year’s list reads like a metaphor for her royal tenure: grand intentions with minimal follow-through.
Contrast this with Catherine, Princess of Wales. Catherine not only speaks French with fluency but also epitomizes steadfast dedication to her royal duties. Think back to her early years as a royal—years filled with scrutiny and pressure. Did we ever hear complaints or see theatrical blog posts? No. What we witnessed was a woman of quiet strength and unshakable commitment. Every public appearance was marked by poise, grace, and an unwavering sense of duty. Meghan, meanwhile, admitted to biting her nails in moments of stress—an insight into someone who struggled with far less demanding pressures. If Hollywood life was overwhelming, what made her believe royal responsibilities would be any easier?
Her pre-Harry writings are a window into her mindset before she donned the Duchess title. There was no polished royal-in-waiting in those blog entries, just a self-proclaimed work-in-progress who confessed to losing composure after drinks and making resolutions she couldn’t keep. Yet, she later claimed she wasn’t adequately prepared for royal life. Let’s pause to reflect on that self-acceptance mantra she once championed. Isn’t it peculiar that the advocate of self-love and authenticity became a lightning rod for drama and division within the royal family? Where was that self-acceptance when tensions flared over flower girl dresses? Where was the self-awareness when Catherine was reduced to tears?
Consider the absurdity of Meghan’s resolution to "leave room for magic." The only magic she seemed to conjure was the vanishing act of harmony within the royal household. The contrast between public image and private admissions is striking. She positioned herself as a humanitarian beacon of modern values, yet revealed a person far more flawed and far less prepared for the rigors of royal duty. The smoke and mirrors began to unravel with those blog posts, penned mere months before meeting Harry. One wonders, had he read them then, would he have seen the warning signs? Could anyone have cautioned him about the storm ahead?
The most heartbreaking aspect of this saga is what it cost Harry. Once a beloved prince known for his charm and close camaraderie with his brother, he now finds himself isolated in California, far removed from the family and nation that cherished him. Remember when Harry was William’s trusted confidant and Catherine’s joyful brother-in-law? Those cherished days have vanished. Instead, his life has been reduced to a sideshow orchestrated by relentless PR maneuvers. For what? A partner who couldn’t even keep her own New Year’s resolutions.
Meghan’s musings about being flexible when plans go awry have taken on a bitter irony. She certainly shattered plenty of plans—Harry’s role as a loyal brother to the future king, the royal family’s careful modernization, and even the basic expectations of duty she vowed to uphold. The blog posts are telling in another way: they’re devoid of any mention of service or duty. The focus was on personal goals and self-fulfillment, a preview of the self-centered narrative that would later dominate her royal chapter. Duty, responsibility, and sacrifice—these values seemed secondary to personal ambition.
One of the most glaring contradictions lies in Meghan’s acknowledgment of her own unladylike behavior. If she recognized that nail-biting and swearing were unbecoming, how could she later claim to be blindsided by the royal expectations of decorum? Surely, common sense would suggest that airing grievances publicly and causing family strife weren’t paragons of sophistication. Her ambition to relearn French fell by the wayside, as did her commitment to royal protocols. Meanwhile, Catherine, quietly and gracefully, mastered her role without fanfare.
When Meghan lamented feeling overworked as an actress on a cable TV show, one can only marvel at the comparison to Catherine’s relentless royal calendar. Catherine manages state engagements, charitable work, and motherhood with serene composure, all under intense public scrutiny. That’s what real work looks like.
The resurfacing of these old musings offers a pointed reminder of how Meghan’s story unfolded. The British public once greeted her with open arms, filled with hope that she might help modernize the monarchy. Instead, accusations, recriminations, and scandal followed. The lofty ideals of change morphed into a tale of grievance. Meghan wrote of being open to change, and change she did—transforming Harry’s world into one of estrangement and tension. She shifted royal engagements from joyous celebrations to tense spectacles.
What strikes me most is the contrast between her admitted flaws and her later actions. Meghan chronicled personal struggles but seemed to externalize blame when the royal role became challenging. There’s a sad poignancy in wondering how things might have turned out if she had worked to improve those flaws instead of projecting them onto the institution. If she had emulated Catherine’s humility and resilience rather than viewing her as a rival, perhaps history would tell a different story.
Ultimately, Meghan’s royal journey mirrors her unfulfilled resolutions—grand declarations, little follow-through, and a pattern of excuses. Her inability to adapt became the monarchy’s burden, and the dream of a modern, united royal family faded into a haze of controversy. It’s a cautionary tale of what happens when personal ambition eclipses a sense of duty, when self-interest trumps service, and when bold words aren’t matched by action.
