Rewatching Gilmore Girls - I'm not a Rory, I'm a Lorelai

I've watched Gilmore Girls in its entirety several times, too many to count. I'm word perfect in some scenes and know from a frame or a line which episode it is.

Roughly eight years ago I wrote a blog post professing that I am a Rory, I can't really judge the Rachie of eight years ago, because she probably was a Rory.

At that time I had limited bills, limited life experience and a desire to write.
35 year old me despairs at the thought of being a Rory.

No harm to Rory, in the earlier seasons I very much identified with her quiet nature, her penchant for literature and her desire to create. As she grow older and spent more time in, and gravitating towards, the world her mother ran fast and far from, she became less like someone that today's me would want to be.

These days I'm more of a Lorelai, quirky, a little more world weary, more of an idea of what it's like to have responsibility, a desperate need for morning coffee despite actually hating it.

There were times watching Gilmore Girls as a younger self where I got angry with Lorelai for her approach to things, her attitude towards disappointments, her distain what she considered to be a toxic environment through no fault of anyone else.

I understand her a little better now, there are things you can control in life and things you can't. The things you can you make damn sure are in your grasp and protected from the universe. The things you can't you sort of hope aren't catastrophic and you can find a way to restore equilibrium.

Aside from being brunette, mid 30s and similar taste in partners, my similarities with Lorelai probably don't run that deep.

Well, I did name my ukulele Paul Anka after her dog, I do have a fondness for snow and poptarts.....I am as sarcastic as the day is long and my humour is often left field and lost on others - scratch that maybe I am like Lorelai.

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