When I was 4, I won an award for being a Little Princess and (I jest that) it’s my most recognised achievement to date. The trophy has survived every clear out and house move my mum has had and as of today it’ll be 25 years old. I literally won it for being pretty (and also probably stood out due to the awesome hand-made dress that my grandma made for me.) I joked with my mum, that it was the only thing I’d ever really achieved.
Recently, my life has been turned upside-down. For so long I’ve been holding back what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be, the life I wanted to live. It was no-one’s fault; it just became this way slowly and I filled my life with material things as a way of filling some kind of void that I had inside me.
This isn’t one of those posts where I preach about how material things are unimportant. I understand that they all have a place, and so many things hold meaning in people’s lives. But to cut a long story short, I have (at least in the short term) moved out of my house and left a great deal of these material things behind, and it’s given me a little perspective on what’s really important.
“To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow,To run where the brave dare not go”
One thing I’ve had to learn is that friends are not something to be collected like Pokémon or POGs. I know that sometimes individuals will surround themselves with as many people as possible in order to feel appreciated or wanted, but I have found that you can feel just as privileged having a few select friends who truly love you.
For weeks now, I’ve felt overwhelmed by the most minor of tasks… It’s safe to say I have not been adulting very well. Any thought of writing or creating was completely out of the window, as I struggled with the basic instinct of waking up and giving a damn about anything past what’s in front of my eyes. It’s a horrible feeling. It quells my ability to stop and truly think deeply about anything.
Every time I started a blog post, I typed out a paragraph and then thought, this is going nowhere. I’ve been through stints like this before – where everything is a struggle and it feels like I’m trapped behind a haze inside my own brain. But the logical side of me always knows it doesn’t last.
I just needed to wait it out.
Blogging for me has always been an outlet – a place to get my thoughts and experiences down as memories (and just try to improve my writing along the way.) I never knew that it could also bring me so many opportunities to meet new people and get involved in local events.
For a few months now, I’ve been working on a project called Coventry Bloggers. Coventry’s blogging scene needs livening up SO much and we focus on putting bloggers in touch with companies and with each other. We just hosted our first Blogger Mixer event yesterday and I am pleased to say it was a huge success!
Have you ever been to a Shakespeare play, as opposed to reading it in school? There is little basis for comparison – if you haven’t read the book before seeing the play, just don’t bother. I wish I hadn’t. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child was MADE for the theatre. I can’t stand it when people dismiss books of plays and say they’re rubbish – it just doesn’t give the story justice.
So last week, I went to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I put off doing this post because I wasn’t sure about trying not to reveal the secrets. There is a lot of tension surrounding them; I’d suggest if you haven’t been to see the play you should try to avoid reading about it. So…
THIS IS A SPOILER ALERT FOR MY CURSED CHILD REVIEW.
FOR ALL THOSE WHO DO NOT WISH TO DIE A MOST PAINFUL SPOILER-RIDDEN DEATH.
I am forever telling you all about my childhood and how great it was. I was a lucky girl with a steady family and a pleasant upbringing, being able to achieve anything I wanted and always top-of-the-class. This is something I really value now I’m old enough to appreciate it, and I know that I am one of the minority who had this.
My abilities and idyllic surroundings brought forward feelings in me that I was in some way… Exceptional. I thought that everyone was placed there for my benefit; like everything was created to please, or anger, or confuse me. I am not sure how common it is, but when I was a kid I thought the world was made for me alone. It was a “God Complex” – a feeling that I had unlimited personal potential and control. Think a Hermione Granger in the Philosopher’s Stone mentality… (But don’t worry, it doesn’t last.)
You know when you’re first getting to know someone new, and you ask them all those very important questions that pop into your head?
If you could only eat one food for your life what would it be? What superhero power would you pick?
What would your plan be in a zombie apocalypse?
Look After the Senses and the Sounds will Look After Themselves – Alice Inspired Scents from Scentopia
Often the things you love as a child or even as a teenager don’t stick with you throughout your life. We move on, we change, we grow, we become an… adult. (?) But these things that shape you as a person, you always think fondly of.
It may seem silly but Alice in Wonderland was always one of my biggest influences through my teens. After reading the novel I threw myself into it wholeheartedly and it inspired so many of outfits, purchases and even my way of thinking. It has so many quotable moments that I bring into everyday life even now, that it actually even made me rethink a few weeks ago when I realised, I’d lost my way.
Ladies and Gentlemen, it would appear I have lost my Muchness. But it’s okay, don’t worry! I’ve decided on how I’m going to get it back, and this is the first step. But, first of all some of you might be thinking, what the heck is ‘Muchness’?