gilmore girls a year in the life

A Lesson from Boxers, Beasts & Gilmore’s

It’s 12:30 am and I’m writing. Now, that may be early or late for you, or it might not matter much at all, but I’m just in one of those moods. I had an idea and I know that it can’t wait. That I have to get it down now.

I’m not unfamiliar to this feeling. In fact, it’s this very feeling that has fully convinced me that I’m a writer, because as it turns out, not everyone will stay up until two in the morning to write a 800 word metaphor about Baked Cheetos.

No, I’m no stranger to this feeling. It’s the reason why I carry a notebook around with me at all times, to jot down ideas when they come so I won’t lose them. Then, when I’m sat in front of my computer, mind open, fingers stretched and ready, I’ll open the notebook, skim through my notes, and search for the idea that needs to be written now.

I’ve had a lot of ideas bumping around lately. A lot of pieces I want to write. Partly because I’ve been feeling very creative, and partly because I’ve been seeing a lot of movies and movies always get me thinking.

I wanted to write a piece about Bleed for This, the movie about boxer Vinny Paz’s legendary comeback after a car accident nearly left him paralyzed. I wanted to write about the moment in the film when he gets in the car. It’s a gloomy day and he tells his dad he’ll be back late. He slides into the passenger’s seat and his friend starts the car, turns the corner and then the camera slowly zooms into the spot in the street the car had just vacated. It felt like the movie was reminding you to take a deep breath, because that was the moment everything was about to change. I thought about how we often have no idea when we’re about to have one of these moments. How we’ve all gotten in that car and turned the corner, not knowing what lay ahead.

I wanted to write a piece about Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the new film that takes place in J.K. Rowling’s magical world. I wanted to write about the new lesson she was teaching us with obscurials: wizards or witches who develop dark and destructive forces as a result of them trying to suppress their magic. I wanted to talk about the magic we have in all of us and the damage we do to ourselves in trying to hide it. About how we rid the world of what we can do when we let others tell us we should no longer do it.

Among others, these ideas bounced around my head. They begged to be written down and to be expressed and to be shared, but as much as I liked them, I never got that feeling. That is, until tonight.

You see tonight, I watched Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. Now, I don’t know where you stand on Gilmore Girls. I don’t know if my mentioning it has immediately put you on a continuous eye roll loop because you’re tired of hearing about it and wish you’re family/friends/significant others would stop hogging your Netflix account so you can go back to living your life in sans-Gilmore peace. All I know is that I spent my entire evening/night sitting in my parents’ living room watching the 4 new episodes alongside my mom and sister, and when I got home I immediately found myself here, behind this computer, feeling just about every feeling. And as much as I tried to make myself write about those other two ideas, I wanted to write about this. About how when I was sitting there on that couch, drinking wine and laughing and crying and getting lost in the fictional world of Stars Hollow, I felt like Vinny Paz felt in the moment before the moment. I was him smiling and waving to his dad, telling him that he was going to be alright. Because even if that big moment, the life changing moment that would test everything came right after this one, I’d be thankful for this moment because it was absolutely perfect. I felt magic, peace, understanding, like anything I said and did would be okay because I was surrounded by love, by people who would never make me hide from who I am or who I want to be.

So as I drove home I started to think about all these things. About the boxer, the beasts and the Gilmore’s and I realized that they were all teaching me the same thing. That even though we may not all live the same lives, and may often feel as though we don’t even live in the same world as others, we all owe it to ourselves to find that feeling. The feeling that carried Vinny Paz through a doubtful recovery and back into the ring. The feeling that prevents witches and wizards from going dark. The feeling that brought Lorelai and Rory Gilmore home to Stars Hollow, diving headstrong into all the hardships and happiness life has to offer.

We all need to discover our own magic and let it wander free, for it’s the reason we’re all here.

Why We Can All Relate to the Gilmore Girls Revival

With the next chapter of Gilmore Girls FINALLY arriving to Netflix this fall, I’ve been very much in the Stars Hollow spirit. I recently got my mom hooked on the early seasons; she’s en route to complete her binge before the 4-episode arch launches at the end of November—which, could there be a better release date?

November 25th.

The day after Thanksgiving.

Talk about having an easy answer to the gratefulness question at the dinner table.

“Yes, I’m thankful for Lorelai and Rory and Emily and Luke and if any of you say anything different you can take your turkey and go.”

My mom had never watched the show before. Never hopped on the Hep Alien bandwagon.

Get it.

The Hep Alien bandwagon…


Never mind, let’s just move on, I Dean not mean to ruin the flow.


It wasn’t long after my mom started season 1 on Netflix that she was hooked. Suddenly I was getting texts in the late evening asking for ideas on how to fix her malfunctioning Chrome Cast so she could get her “Gilmore fix.” And now every few days I catch up with her on where she is, on how everyone in Stars Hollow is doing, and she constantly raves about her favorite character: Emily Gilmore, a.k.a Lorelai’s mother a.k.a the flawless Kelly Bishop.

As she fills me in, I always smile and shake my head, both in fond recollection of the early episodes and in amazement of how much further the characters have to go before they reach “present day” or, the start of upcoming miniseries.

There are so many emotions left to emote, so many fights left to fight, so many laughs left to laugh, so many “so many’s.” The characters essentially have multiple lives to live before they are ready to embark on the aptly titled “Year in the Life,” and this got me thinking: how many lives do we have left to live in these lives of ours?

We are all in different places, going through different things, wishing things would change, wishing things wouldn’t, and yet we have no idea how much farther we have to go, or how many more adventures we are set to face.

When we watch television shows, especially long running series’ like Gilmore Girls, we inadvertently become a part of the characters’ lives, going through everything they go through, feeling every single feel. When I think of it now, I can picture so many episodes where the characters seemed hopeless and how I sat “with them”, feeling that same feeling, wondering, “How can we fix this?” But then again, now I can also look back and think, “things get better” and “you get through this, I promise” and “the silver lining is right around the corner!”

In our own lives, we’re able to do this with hindsight, with lessons learned and memories stored. We can think back to times that were dark and wish our former selves would have known to cheer up, as better things were coming, things we never could have imagined.

So as I anxiously await the arrival of Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life, wondering where life will take them next and reliving—with my mom—where they’ve already been in the first seven seasons, it’s hard not to realize how much this show reflects all of our lives. How we never know what’s around the corner, whether it’s going to be light or dark or breezy or difficult, but that we can trust it’s something we need to go through in order to end up where we’re meant to be.

Which is hopefully with Jess.

I mean, hopefully Rory ends up with Jess.

You know what I meant.