Major Adulting: Hosting Coventry Bloggers’ First Mixer Event

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!

Amy Turner and the Cursed Child Review *CONTAINS SPOILERS, PEOPLE*

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.

My Childhood God Complex VS My Adult Imposter Syndrome

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.)