2018 Goals

I’m not making new years resolutions this year but yearly goals instead. They might sound the same to you but I feel like there’s so much pressure to keep up with resolutions. Who can honestly stand up and say they’ve religiously kept up their resolutions? Because I know I certainly haven’t. My goals are there to push and remind me to achieve, have fun and be happy this year. Their not here to make me feel bad if I don’t quite manage to do everything!

So here are my 2018 goals…

1. Continue blogging throughout 2018
It’s so crazy that I haven’t been blogging regularly since April 2017! I honestly can’t believe it’s been that long. I think my time away has given me time to think about what I really want out blogging. I’d got too caught up in the figures, my content and honestly I doubted if I was good enough to do this. Now I’m happy I know what direction I want my blog to go in. I can’t wait to see what 2018 brings!

2. Write a book
I’ve wanted to write a book for so long! I’ve been planning for at least two years. I feel like over the last two years I’ve found the confidence to be able to write it! I’m hoping if I mange this to self-publish in 2018.

3. Look after myself
This is one of the most important. I need to plan my time better and not let everything get on top of me this year. It’s ok to take a set back from things that no longer bring you happiness.

4. Step out of my style comfort zone
I’ve already bought so many new clothes and accessories for this year. It’s time to stop thinking too much about what everyone else thinks and dress how I want to not how others want me too. I no longer dress to impress anyone but myself. So here’s to a year of looking fabulous.

5. Run at least one 5K and one 10K
I did my first 10K last year at Kew Gardens to raise money for the Great Ormond Street Hospital charity. I really really enjoyed it! It was something I never thought I’d be able to do and I’m still so proud. I can’t wait to run some more this year!

6. Take more photos/videos
I did so many amazing things last year! It was honestly one of my best. I took so many photos and it was so nice to put them all in an album because now I get to look back and remember all the amazing memories. This year I have so many exciting things planned I want to take more photos and video everything so I can look back on it.

7. Start an Etsy store 
If you don’t know I’m actually really into art and illustration. I just seem to do paintings and drawings and they’ll sit around my room getting dusty. 2018 is the time to finally start doing something with all my art.
8. Keep dancing
I’ve been dancing since I was about 3 years old. I’ve been out of it for a while now injury after injury. So I’m determined to get back to classes and back in shape to how I used to be. Honestly I choreographed nearly 100 routines last year so I really want to get back into the studio!

9. Eat healthily and get fit
It’s so so important to eat healthily and to stay fit. I feel like I slipped up at the end of last year so I’m determined to get back on it. I’ve already been eating healthily again for about a week and I feel amazing. My body is definitely thanking me for it.

These these are all my goals for 2018. I can’t wait for the year ahead I have a feeling it’s going to be a good one. I would really like to hear your 2018 goals and what you want to achieve this year in the comments!

I really hope you enjoyed this post,
Thank you for reading,

Why I Stopped Blogging?

If you’ve been following my blog or my social media you’ll no that I haven’t blogged for a few months. The last time I blogged regularly was back in April 2017. I can’t believe it’s been nearly 9 months since I last sat and wrote a post.

I feel like I can’t come back to blogging regularly without owing you all an explanation. An explanation to where I’ve been and why I stopped blogging. So I thought I’d share all the factors to what stopped me from blogging.

The pressure of statistics/views, this was a definite factor to me stopping blogging. I felt like all I saw were other bloggers discussing statistics and views. I felt sort of inadequate because I didn’t have as many views as them at that meant I wasn’t important. All though I know it’s completely not true it’s how it made me feel. I felt myself obsessively checking the numbers to see if anything I was doing was improving my statistics etc. In all honesty it wasn’t healthy and it was then that I started to realise my life had started to revolve around likes, retweets and numbers. I am more than views and social media and there is definitely more to life.

Balancing life and blogging, it really isn’t as easy it might sound. I do only work part-time but I was honestly really struggling to find time to do everything that blogging consists of. Unless you’re a blogger I don’t think anyone quite realises all the work that comes with it. I class my blog as my second job but honestly when I got home from work I just wanted to sit in my pyjamas and binge watch Netflix… Not sit down and do a tonne more work. Now I’ve found a way too balance my time more and honestly I love being busy if anything. The workload is definitely something to consider when thinking about blogging. I’m not putting too much pressure on myself like I used to now. I know I’m not superhuman and I can’t create more time in the day to do things. I just need to plan and organise better!

Comparing myself, I compared myself to absolutely everyone about every little thing. I was constantly comparing others successes to my failures. I never took a second thought to my successes because they just didn’t seem good enough. My content didn’t feel good enough and my photography never looked as perfect as everyone else’s. I realise now that it all comes with experience and growth as a blogger but I just couldn’t see that. Not only did I compare everything about my blog I compared myself to other bloggers. Was I pretty enough to be a blogger? Was I skinny enough to be a blogger? Was I not good enough to do this? Although these questions seem pretty stupid now these are genuinely things I used to spend hours considering. I know now that I am who I am and I can’t change that. Everyone has a right to have a blog and be a blogger not matter who you are.

There’s no place for my content, I think I got to the point where I was forcing content I really didn’t care about or enjoy writing purely because I thought that was what people wanted. All the ideas I had just didn’t quite seem to fit into the blogger world. I didn’t have a niche for my blog but I desperately wanted one. So I forced myself into a box with no creativity and I regret that more than you imagine. I once saw someone say that it wasn’t about passion it was about popularity in blogging. Well do you know what it really isn’t! And if you think it is I guess I’ve really stopped caring. I want to be happy and passionate about my content and I want people to feel that when they read my posts. I’m no longer trying to be a niche blogger I’m just going to be me. I’m no longer stifling my creativity just to please others.

All of this just got on top of me and I honestly just lost my joy for blogging completely. I didn’t get the sense of achievement and happiness that I used to. Sitting down to write a blog post used to feel like a chore. I never want to feel that way again.

My time away has given me time to think. It’s given me time to find a more positive and healthy outlook on blogging. I’m so happy to be back; I will be blogging regularly 2x a week maybe even more from now on.

Thank you to everyone that helped me gain my confidence back. For boosting me when I really needed it. You made me realise that I am good enough. Thank you to everyone for your constant support of me and my blog. I can’t wait to see what 2018 brings us I hope its a big one. If you’ve ever felt this about blogging or your own blog feel free to start a discussion in the comments. Let’s talk about it!

I really hope you enjoyed this post,
Thank you for reading,

1 Year On…

Hello darlings,
This is such special post for me to write. You can probably tell by the title what this post is going to be all about. I can’t believe today I’ve had my blog for a whole one year. I can honestly say I never thought I’d make it to this point. I’m not one to stick to things really, I never have been. There’s something about blogging that I just can’t get enough of.

This has changed my life.

I’m so forever grateful for all my readers, fellow bloggers, friends and family that have supported me and encouraged me right from the start. I couldn’t do this without any of you… You are an absolutely huge part of why I do this.

The other reason well I do this for me.

I do this because I honestly and genuinely absolutely love it. This never feels like work or a hardship to me. Everything that I do the hours I spend doing things for my blog are always full enjoyment… Well except scheduling tweets haha! 

I’m more confident and I’m so much more happy now than I was before starting my blog. I don’t have to pretend ever here and I’m just me. This has honestly changed me for the better. 

I’m so grateful for all the amazing things I get to do, going to events, working with brands and other bloggers… It really is amazing.

Just thinking back to the time I decided to start my blog right back when I first visited Brighton. My first post being Day Out In Brighton. I’ve grown so much and learnt so much since then. I want to continue to grow and to learn for hopefully many years to come.

My blog has given me a new lease of life. It’s made me realise how much I want to do and achieve and all the things I haven’t done yet. This next year I’m going to make sure I keep pushing myself to do all these things and to get me to where I want to be. I want my dreams to come true and I’m not ashamed of saying that. I’m driven enough to get there and I can’t wait for you to continue on this journey with me.

It’s never been about the numbers, the marketing or the business for me. I honestly have no clue about any of that kind of thing. To me it’s about you, me and all the positivity and happiness that comes from this. 

Thank you so much for everything; Here’s to another year!


A Thank You…

(Photo Credit: Martino Pietropoli)

I’m writing this post with the hugest smile on my face and it feels like after the longest time my smile really means something. It shows all and everything of me; just me and me alone. They say things happen for a reason and I’ve become a firm believer of that. That things happen to shape us to become who we are. 

I feel like I’ve always lived my life in the darkness and the shadows. I’ve always hidden behind everyone else’s shadows… I’m not sure when that ever became my choice. I’ve let people walk, trample and stomp over me until I’d forgotten who I was and what I loved. That’s how I’ve felt for as long as I can remember really.

There’s no one to stomp on me anymore though. 

I’m still scared but I don’t care anymore. It’s time for me to step out of the shadows finally after nearly 20 years. 

The fear that was once instilled in me used to paralyse me. It used to make me wish I could disappear.  It was invisible hands pulling me back and suffocating me. I’ve finally learnt that the fear I feel isn’t bad though… It’s because I care so much about everything. 

It doesn’t grab me by the throat anymore instead it pushes me along. The fear doesn’t feel so debilitating any more but more liberating. It’s ok that I feel scared because I feel that all the fear is giving me energy. Energy and passion that I want to use to become someone amazing… To feel amazing. 

I want to do everything that I’ve always wanted without a care in the world and I very much plan on doing it. 

Saturday 11th March I think will always have a new meaning to me. A day I felt like I gained all my confidence and passion back. The day that really and honestly changed me life. A day that I never could’ve expected ever. The day that filled me with so much joy that I truly felt for the first time that I couldn’t contain it… That I didn’t need to because everything was ok. I am ok. 

At this point of my life right now this exact moment I’m writing this I’m so happy that I’m actually crying. Something that I genuinely don’t I think has ever happened to me. I finally don’t feel the need to hide who I am and who I want to be. 

It’s funny really how something so small can turn your life around. How one day can make such a difference. 

Life has hit me at full force and I feel so alive. 

I never want to feel any different than I do now.

I couldn’t have done it without the people that inspired me. The people that have been there for me through everything. That made me feel ok again. That pieced me back together without even knowing that they had. That made me feel like I mattered and meant something. People that have almost become like strange sort of family to me.

I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me. 

You’ll never really understand, I don’t think… how much you mean to me. How much of a difference you’ve made I will never find the words to explain. Just know that you’re amazing and I am so grateful.

If you’re reading this thank you for being part of my life because I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

Thank you for inspiring me and for reminding me of who I am. 


Meeting My Idols, Blog Events & Alice-Tilly Turning 1

Hello Sweethearts,
So I thought it was about time I did a little life update for you all. Just to let you know what’s going on with me and a few changes that will be coming up on my blog for the next month or so. If you notice the title it’s very long and it’s because this whole month of March and the start of April is super busy for me! I’m literally so excited for everything that I’m doing this month though.

I’ll be back and forth from concerts and a few theatre shows this month. In the next few weeks I’m going to see What The Butler Saw at the Curve in Leicester… I’m so unbelievably excited I can barely sleep haha. I’m also seeing Olly Murs for the what feels like a millionth time in Birmingham so I can’t wait to sing my little heart out then either! I’m going to try branch out and do more reviews on those since I attend shows/concerts like these quite a lot. Let me know if this is something that you’d like to see?

I’ve got quite a few blog events coming up such as #BlogConLDN. I feel like I really want to improve and have even more fun with my blog this year. I want to learn more and hopefully you’ll see more exciting things popping up on my blog in the next month or so. I will make sure I keep you posted and update you on how amazing I know all these events will be so watch out for those posts.

ALICE-TILLY IS TURNING 1!! How on earth has this happened?! How has it been a year?! I seriously can’t believe it. I genuinely never thought I’d be able to stick to this. I’d tried so many times before to start a blog before and they all just flopped. There was just something special and a little spark when I started this one. I knew to was going to become something so amazingly dear to my heart. I will be doing something special for my blogs first birthday as such haha… So make sure you keep your eyes peeled for that.

This month seems all so exciting for me it’s almost too much. There’s things in my personal life as well going on too. I’m doing a university taster day and going to some open days. I’ve had my schedule through for my taster day and it sounds so good! I literally can’t wait to go. I’ll make sure I update you on how it goes because as you can imagine I’m a little nervous. If you’ve ready my last post ‘My University Experience‘ you’ll understand why! Plus I’m hopefully meeting two of my absolute idols this month… Which I can’t quite seem to get my head around and fathom at all yet. I’m trying to calm myself to stop me from crying, passing out or something else embarrassing haha. I mean you never quite think you’re going to meet your idols so you never imagine the situation…. Let me know if you’ve ever met your idol and your experience?!

Anyway sorry for the whole ramble of a post but it really was just a little update. As I’m obviously going to be away a lot until the middle of April really I won’t always have the time or internet to schedule and post on my blog. So I’m not committing myself to my normal schedule of Monday, Wednesday and Saturday… As you can probably tell because I’ve posted this on Thursday! This doesn’t mean they’ll be less posts probably quite the opposite. I’m just not sure when they’ll be up but if you make sure you follow me on Twitter and Instagram I’ll always let you know! A busy month will definitely mean more and exciting content and I can’t wait.

So I’ll hope you’ll stick with me and I’ll keep you updated on all the things I’m going to be doing over the next month! I hope you enjoyed this actually not really little rather long life update post haha.

Thank you for reading,

My University Experience

Hello loves,
Today I thought I’d share with you all about my university experience. In case you didn’t know I originally started to attend university back in September 2015… I didn’t actually think it was that long ago until I just typed that. Safe to say it was not the best experience of my life at all. Since leaving in November 2015 I’ve got myself a part-time job and the rest of the time I spend working on my blog.

I thought it was about time I shared my own university experience as I’m hoping it will help someone who is feeling the same as I did. I just want to start off explaining how I will not disclaim the name of the university I attended. I don’t think it’s fair at all and you will understand as I explain on. I’ll split my experience into different sections and explain my feelings on each.

University Offers
I’d visited the university I wanted to attend to prior to choosing it as my first choice. I really did love it I’d visited a couple of times it was modern, in the perfect location and the course seemed amazing. I think it’s 100% important to visit a university before you choose it. I was lucky enough to get an unconditional offer from the university. This was quite early on in year 13 and I feel like it definitely swayed my decision in making it my first choice and accepting my place before I’d even finished my A Levels. I felt very so happy to be in that position that I didn’t really have the worry everyone else had. It didn’t matter what grades I got because I knew I had a place in the university I so desperately wanted to go too.

However my opinions on universities offering unconditional offer changed very quickly. When I got on my course I found out that every single person had received an unconditional offer too. I almost felt cheated really… I thought they wanted me because they were excited about my work. Turns out they just needed to fill the quota number on the course. It’s funny how many people have left that particular course now.

Moving Into Halls

I moved in halls on 13th September 2015; I remember feeling like I couldn’t wait to be living in student accommodation and having the best times. Obviously I was sad I was leaving the house I’d lived in for 18 years and my family who I’m all very close too. I have two younger brothers and we’ve never really spent anytime apart at all. I was taking it all in my stride though I was just excited. I’m not a nervous person about things like this. Expectations can be deceiving though.

I spent the whole first night crying. I’m sure I’m not the only one this happened too either but no one talks about it. I felt like even though it was my choice I’d been ripped apart from my family. All of a sudden I was an adult and I was absolutely terrified. No one can prepare you for that feeling.

The impact of living with others can be a huge impact on your own life as well. I’m loud and bubbly at the best of times but some people I found so hard to get along with. To the point I felt a little bit intimidated. The fact I didn’t drink and like going out I think fuelled more reason for me to be left out of everything. I was beyond lonely! I’d get home somedays and there would be no one in the flat and I’d sit in the kitchen or my room and blast the music to drown the silence. They don’t let you know how lovely living in student accommodation can be and I know I’m not the only one to feel like this.

I was thankful to meet a lovely girl in my flat though that always made the effort to talk to me and always listened and understood me when I needed her too. We shared a couple of the best nights I’ve ever had even though I hate drinking and nightclubs. I’m actually really sad ever since I’ve left we’ve drifted apart.

There was just so many things about halls that bothered me and maybe I’m picky but I just couldn’t live with it. When I was trying to sleep and the flat upstairs would constantly bang on their floor/my ceiling till about 4am. When all my flatmates wouldn’t wash up and tidy away to the point where there was no space on the kitchen sides and there was food on there which was over a week old… I’m sorry but I’m totally not down for that.

Course Content

I have no idea where to start with the course content! I went to study Interior Design which I admit I’d done although some so much less research I should have done before I chose the course. When I went for interview at my chosen university though they took my round the building, showed me students work and talked me through the course. It was like they knew exactly what I wanted to hear. The course sounded really hands on and creative which was what I wanted. I thrive in doing creative projects and art so it sounded fantastic… It wasn’t.

When I actually enrolled onto the course and got my timetable I genuinely thought “This must be wrong.” Nothing on there was anything I’d been told we would do. The seminars and lectures bored me to shreds it honestly didn’t even seem relevant to the course so much I didn’t even see the point of going. The so called “practical lessons” were all based with theory. It was all accurate measurements straight lined drawings. I felt like my creativity had been stripped from me then and there.

I genuinely spent the first three months I was there making cubes out of foam board… Now someone please explain to me how this has got anything to do with interior design. Also if anyone wants proof I’ve still got the cubes I made haha. Even writing it just sound ridiculous!

I urge anyone who is considering going to university to ask the lecturers as many questions as you can about the course and don’t be afraid to ask awkward questions. This is your life and you deserve all the right information about something that can potentially change your life. Try and get in contact with students already studying the course at your chosen university they’re the best to ask. They won’t sugarcoat and brush over the facts!

Social Life/Student Union

Okay lets start by saying what social life? I had less of social life when I went to university than I did beforehand. Now this is only my experience and it’s definitely not like this for everyone! But I have to say if you don’t particularly like drinking or clubbing it pretty much sets you apart from everyone else. I found the more I started saying “no” which I am quite in my right too the less people seemed to bother asking me to do things. You might think well if you always said no to going out why would they ask? You’re right. I wouldn’t ask me to go on a night out either. It wasn’t just nights out though it was meals, the cinema etc. I was on my own 99% of the time.

I thought maybe I could gain more of a social life by joining things in the student union. I’d already decided before I’d even got there that I wanted to do dance and cheerleading. I’ve dance ever since I could walk and it wasn’t something I wanted to give up.

I first went to cheerleader try outs and OMG it was awful… I came out of there feeling like a total loser. I thought it was all about having fun and enjoying yourself turns out no. There was literally no fun at all. I wasn’t even bad I’m used to choreography like that but I felt like I’d just been shouted at and all the fun had been shaken out of me for 2 hours… Safe to say I never went back.

So my next option was to try dance but honestly I felt a bit put off after the cheerleading incident. I did go to a few classes but there was still this lingering feeling that you just weren’t quite good enough for them. Plus I’m not sure when “initiations” ever became part of joining something like this. For someone that doesn’t like drinking this was a NIGHTMARE. I felt like I was 14 years old all over again and having to drink weird drink combinations with toothpaste to prove you were a solid part of the friendship group… Yes we did used to do this don’t ask haha! Everything just seemed so ridiculous and clicky. I just wanted to be myself and I wasn’t and still won’t let anyone take that away from me.

Being Unhappy

I was unbelievably unhappy even after only being there for a couple of months. Unfortunately during October I actually suffered from a relapse of my back injury I did while in a dance exam back when I was about 16. I was so much pain it really isn’t pleasant at all! I decided that while I couldn’t attend university I’d go home and be with my family while my back was at it worse. It was so bad I struggled to walk from one end of the room to another at one point. I felt slightly better after just over a week and decided to return to university. When I got back all my flatmates were sat in one room chatting together they looked shocked and surprised to see me. Almost like I’d died and come back to life right there and then. They weren’t sure that I was coming back but said they were glad to see me. I could already tell though they’d all bonded together a lot over the week I wasn’t there… I actually felt really hurt.

I went back to university after that and I struggled to even stay there for a couple of hours because of the pain. When I finally felt able too I didn’t want too. I had no motivation I absolutely hated it. I spoke to my lecturer and he explained maybe the course wasn’t for me and that was it. I remember feeling so deflated I went back to my flat, rang my mum and cried about how much I hated it. Ultimately she said it was my decision about what I wanted to do. I remember the next day I spoke to student advisors etc. about dropping out and if I was making the right decision.

I wondered around university for whole day deciding what was best. I eventually decided this wasn’t for me… It was making me so unhappy it wasn’t worth it. I signed the forms to drop out that day. There was just no compassion form the university at all. All they told me were two things:
1. I’d have to move out of halls within a week as they needed the room.
2. My key cards would stop working so I had 24 hours to clear my stuff out of university.

I honestly could not wait to get out of there and go home! Although my decision may have been looked down on by people I’m hoping if you read my experience you’ll understand why. The experience is not always as it seems. It was the best decision for me personally. If I hadn’t of left I wouldn’t have started this blog, I wouldn’t have figured out what I wanted to do. So I can only be grateful for the life experience.

I’m in no way trying to put people of going to university at all! It was just one of those bad experiences I felt the need to share. I’m actually planning on returning to a different university to study a different course after a lot more research in 2018.

Please don’t let the negatives put you off doing anything!

I hope you enjoyed reading this post,
Let me know your experience of university in the comments I’d love to hear it.

Thank you for reading,