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Go Gilmore!

I am currently watching the seventh and final season of the wonderful Gilmore Girls and I can safely say that that television show is my little guiding light. I (probably along with every other young woman growing up) can identify so much with the Gilmore girls. With Lorelai Gilmore especially; I love her sass and her ability to deal and cope with things whilst not dealing and coping with them. Also coffee, that I've got from her too.

I come out of watching the show with an almost elated feeling whereby I feel I can deal with anything and having recently put my big size sixes in it I feel in need of a nice little lifeboat (or tv show, either will do) that will allow me to have an (albeit false) sense of elation and empowerment and drive me to convince myself that I can do this.

I'm not a pessimistic or overly dramatic person but sometimes I do feel, like every other person the planet, that I am drowning a little bit. When I was at school I could easily 'take a step back' but now taking a step back would mean erasing myself from the earth and I don't really want to do that... at all. Taking a step back would also entail removing myself and cutting myself off from people, with whom I do not exactly have all the time in the world left with.

Gilmore, this year and this time round (I last watched all seven seasons in 2011, I think!), has taught me to say what I want to say and just deal with the consequences but also to not allow myself to be walked all over and to not try and push friendships that cannot be pushed anymore, let them go.

Oh and to always and forever say "OI WITH THE POODLES ALREADY" in almost every situation ever.

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