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4 November 2018

The Cairns Crisis

The thing about me, is that I am probably (definitely) one of the most impulsive people you will ever meet.

For me, nothing is too much of a risk not to do. Quit your job? Fine. Live on £5 for 2 weeks? Absolutely. Planning has never been my strong point, I'll put my mind to something, and I do it. Often without much thought and always with the view "everything will work out in the end."

It's a trait which in many ways, has helped me get to where I am. I wanted to start a blog, so I did it. I wanted to make Youtube videos, so I created them. I wanted to come over to Australia, and I thought, why not?

But it's also a trait which has left me in a lot of, well, somewhat (very) sticky situations.

Because I wanted to leave my job in Sydney, it meant I was left with a month in one of the most expensive cities in the world, and almost no income. Because I went freelance without really researching it the way I should (and now have), it meant I was left with weeks without any money.

And it meant that in August, when I booked a flight to Cairns, I thought I would land with enough money to travel down the East Coast, and in reality, that is not currently possible.

It's due to a mixture of reasons. Two of the guys I was originally supposed to be travelling with seemed a bit odd, so myself and my new-found-friend Gina had to make a decision on whether we actually wanted to share a car with them for 6 weeks.

And then, there's the issue of a company I was writing for not paying me the money I'm owed within the invoice timeframe. Which meant when I arrived in Cairns, I had half of the money I was expecting to have by the second week, in order to travel.

So, whilst I am spending part of my time floating around the pool reading books, I'm also spending part of my time handing out CVs to every shop and every restaurant I can find.

The good news, is that I am in Australia, in one of my new favourite places, sat right on the barrier reef, and have made some incredible new friends. I'm working for accommodation so I don't pay anything to live here, and it is currently 30 degrees.

Admittedly, I do spend ALL of my time sweating.

The not-so-good news, is that I have put myself in a very stupid situation and probably (definitely) need to reevaluate my life a little bit.

This is absolutely not a woe is me story. This is just sharing the realities of my travel life at the moment. For anyone who has travelled for a prolonged period of time, I'm sure you'll know people who this has happened to, or you'll be in the situation yourself.

So whilst things aren't quite rosy, I do know exactly what my plan is, and I am also sharing a room with one person who has as little to their name as me, and another who owes her parents nearly £10,000 after borrowing the money from them.

To fill you in a little more on life in Cairns, you should all know that I am currently sporting a black eye. An added feature which is making finding a job that little bit harder.

This occurred when on a night out with a friend I'd met in my Sydney hostel - who turned up outside reception at my current hostel, without any clue I was working here.

To cut a long story short, I rolled my ankle, didn't put my arms out to protect myself, and smacked my face on the pavement.

Classic me.

Except despite brushing off the pain and pretending I was "absolutely fine" I woke up feeling pretty awful... and not because of the alcohol.

After an unexpectedly long doctors visit, I was told I had a concussion and a fractured cheekbone. So whilst my eye is black, the left side of my face is a beautiful greenish colour at the moment. Which, admittedly, saved money for halloween.

Part of the reason I haven't written about the lows of living in Australia, is that to be honest, I feel entirely selfish. It's so hard to complain about life out here, when I know I have friends working around the clock in London.

But the truth is, friends, travelling, and being away from home, is hard. It might not be hard in the way that you have a high-flying career job or a credit card bill of £25,000, but it really can be hard.

You're completely alone, with only yourself to depend on. If you get yourself in any financial difficulty, it's embarrassing to make that phone call to your parents - I actually know two people who slept in their car as they didn't want to accept any help.

Each day is different, which is so so exciting, but it's also a matter of where you'll go next. Will your shitty, $2000 car even start, and if it doesn't - then what? And it's a case of realising that no matter how close Facetiming your family makes you feel, you're actually on the other side of the world.

I absolutely love travelling. I wouldn't swap this life, no matter the highs and lows, for the world. I love meeting new people and visiting new places, but my new mantra on this blog is to not pretend it's always so easy.

For some reason, I got into my head that people only wanted to hear about the beauty of travelling. And I'm sure some do. But there's also the nitty-gritty. The cockroaches and the spiders and the uncertainty and financial issues and the boys you promise not to get attached to but then, obvs, make you cry.

I'm having a life evaluation and am coming up with the best plan for me, to make me financially stable and more capable and excited to do everything thrown at me.

But I will keep writing.

I will fill you in on what has happened and what's to come and make sure I don't just hide behind smiling Instagram posts.

Thanks for following, as always.

Love, Alice x
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7 October 2018

Life Update: What the bloody hell is going on?

It's been a hot minute.

I feel like the only consistency in my blog at the moment, is how inconsistent it is.

And how often I promise that will change... and, well, then it doesn't.

I'm sad to say Alice's Antics has taken a bit of a back seat over the last few months. I've been writing for money, which means writing for leisure has become a bit of a thing of the past. I imagine this is how it feels to be an English Literature student who loves reading but only has time to ready set books.

Anyway, here I am. And I am ready to update you all on my life thus far.

It's been a WHIRLWIND, I can tell you that for free.

Grab a cuppa (or grab wine,  nobody is here to judge you), and settle in for this update on Alice's Antics.

So, at the end of August, as has been mentioned. I left my consistent writing job, and plunged into the world of freelancing.

I'll be honest, freelancing has, thus far, not been the light and carefree career path I thought it would.

Instead, it's writing around the clock. It's making ends meet and chasing up invoices and realising you have 25 days until your next payment schedule and $6 in the bank. And then finding work to make up for this.

It's spending money in coffee shops for the free wifi but spending more than you're making in the time you're there - admittedly, usually my fault for not being able to control the caffeine fiend within.

I'm actually going to write a whole blog post about this, because I have learnt a LOT over the last month - almost as much as the whole time I've spent in Australia -

Then, just over two weeks ago, my parents came out to visit me - and obviously, make the most of a reason to come to Australia because why would you not?

Over the last couple of weeks, we (somehow) spent around 13 hours in the car driving from Melbourne to Sydney, we caught up with family friends from 15 years ago, we've seen little penguins stumble over rocks at sunset to reach their burrows, we've watched a whale leap out of the Pacific ocean, and we've seen koalas and kangaroos chilling in their natural habitat.

I mean, we also had to run away from the grottiest Air Bnb in the world after turning up in Melbourne and finding filthy everything, rotting windows and mould growing up the shower curtain.

But it was a small price to pay for two of my favourite weeks in Australia.

That all came to an end yesterday morning, when my parents did the big drive back up to Sydney, and I caught a flight out to Cairns in Queensland.

And here, the new adventure awaits.

Over the next couple of months, I'll be driving with two guys and another girl, down the East Coast of Australia, back towards Melbourne.

Trust me when I say, there is literally no plan. We have a 4x4, I met these people on Facebook, and I will be camping for the first time in my whole life.

Currently, I am staying in the world's most gap-yarh hostel just outside of the centre of Cairns - but it comes complete with the ability to work in the sun whilst writing, and it's currently 28 degrees, so I'm absolutely not complaining.

The last few months of my life have been an utter whirlwind. I have changed my mind about my life so much, it was only on Friday that I officially knew I would be flying to Cairns (thanks to some invoices being paid).

In a lot of ways, I'm starting to miss the stability of "real life", of having a support system around you and knowing you have family and friends minutes away.

Again, there will be a whole blog post on this, but the last couple of months have also made me realise how much everyone else is on their own path and doing their own thing on their own clock and how actually, that is completely fine.

Whilst in England, almost all of my friends have moved out of home and are in London 9-5s, out here, the majority of the people I know live at home.

It's been a breath of fresh air realising there are people my age travelling the world, but also people my age buying shares in businesses.

Neither is wrong or right. We're in our twenties, now is the time to invest, now is the time to travel, now is the time to have $6 in the bank (cough cough), because we are able to bounce back.

It's refreshing, and it's taken me nearly 10 months of being away from home to realise that it's completely okay for me to be away from home.

I have blog posts planned about homesickness, about the lessons I've learnt freelancing so far and about my experiences of dating in Sydney (I don't tend to divulge my love life, but I'm seriously considering writing a book after these experiences).

Thank you for bearing with me and thank you for reading.

As per, I love you ALL.

Love, Alice x

16 September 2018

Happy 5th Birthday, Alice's Antics

In 2013, my eighteen-year-old-self sat, heart pounding, laptop open, about to click the "create a blog" button on Blogger, the Google-hosted blog website.

It was the year Instagram really took off internationally, it was the September before Zoella reached her first million subscribers, and it was the beginning of the "influencer" age.

Before 2013, the only people really making money from their social media presence were the Kardashians... and Viners.

I first started Alice's Antics because I'd been obsessively reading the blog of another girl, Hannah, who was writing about the highs and lows of life as a Law student in Essex.

Hannah's blog - which is heartbreakingly now shut down - made me laugh out loud as she recounted awkward sex stories and a time when she ordered two Ben and Jerrys' because she found out Dominos had a minimum spend for delivery and she didn't want to walk anywhere to buy it.

My kinda gal.

My first blog post still exists,  and although it is awkward and bumble-y, it remains true to the heart of Alice's Antics and what I always wanted this place to be, a kind of best friend for people who read it.

An insight into my life which, on occasion, translates to life lessons and laugh-out-louds for my readers.

It's something I've continued (I hope) throughout the whole blogging process and have big plans to continue to do for the foreseeable future.

Anyway, the first year of Alice's Antics was a bit of a whirlwind.

I was emailed by Niomi Smart as she was in the founding stages of her own blog, and I was featured on Louise Pentland's (aka Sprinkle of Glitter) list of blogs to read in 2014.

I enjoyed a flurry of new followers, some PR attention and the realisation that people actually enjoyed this space, it wasn't just me, writing for nobody.

It became my pride and joy, and was a literal fuck you to all of the people who had made fun of me creating a blog in its early stages.

And, well, that's transcended across the last five years. Alice's Antics has taught me more about myself and what I love, than anything else.

It's been with me through my gap year, spent gallivanting around Italy. It's seen me through three years of university, I wrote a blog post on losing my dog, I opened up about the grief of losing someone when you're living abroad, and I felt sick when I wrote about quitting my London PR job to move abroad.

I've had my nineteenth, twentieth, twenty-first, twenty-second and twenty-third birthdays whilst writing Alice's Antics.

And you can bet there's a blog post for most of those too.

All in all, it has been the best decision of my life. If it weren't for Alice's Antics, I wouldn't be where I am now. I wouldn't be able to do what I now do and I wouldn't have realised just how much I love writing.

There have been three hundred and twenty five posts over the last five years.

There are 5,032 followers of this little internet space.

In its short life, it has been visited 923,991 times by people across the world.

And the five countries the majority of this audience comes from are the UK, USA, Russia, Australia and Germany.

When I first started Alice's Antics, it had two followers for three months. I never stopped writing it, because I was never writing for the audience. But reading those statistics blows my mind.

There were times this year when I almost clicked delete on Alice's Antics. I was stuck in a rut and was so unhappy that I didn't know how to write anymore. Despite the beautiful Instagrams, I was desperately unhappy and wanted to rid myself of anything and everything that made me "me".

Thankfully, that never happened. And I couldn't be more grateful to the people who helped me through that than I already am.

Five years later, and you've all witnessed the highs and lows of my life. I am so proud to own Alice's Antics and I am so excited to see where the next five years takes me.

So, thank you to those of you who didn't believe in me and didn't believe in this blog - writing this post is all the sweeter knowing you didn't think I would be here.

But most importantly thank YOU.

Without your comments, your views and your presence across my social media, who knows if I would have stuck this out for so long?

I am forever grateful to the people who spend their time scrolling through each post, so to "celebrate" I would LOVE to do a little something for you.

I'm currently living in Sydney and would love to send a postcard to a few of my readers.

Please don't leave any personal details in the comments - email me at and I will endeavour to write to you.

A million thank yous. Below are five of my personal pictures to summarise the last five years.


Love, Alice x

P.S. I feel like, after five years, I need to write a special thanks to 5 specific people who have championed me since they knew about Alice's Antics.

So thank you Alexandria, for being both my rock and biggest fan in Italy. Thank you Kitty, for being a queen, a friend and always supporting my writing. Thank you Jamie, for reading so much more than just my blog posts, and being brutally honest when I have terrible ideas. Thank you Alvaro, for sharing and loving so many posts the second they are posted. And thank you Gemma, you're the only reason Alice's Antics wasn't deleted this year.


11 September 2018

I Quit My Job Again - A HUGE Life Update

I'm writing this at 12:30pm on a Tuesday.

It is a workday,  the sun is shining and I'm sat outside my new favourite coffee shop in Sydney (Kawa on Crown Street, if you're local) armed with an almond milk flat white.

To be honest, I still feel like I should be at work-work. Sat at a desk in the 9-5 writing job I had, writing for two of Australia's biggest lifestyle publications.

Except, well, I left my job 10 days ago.

The decision to leave my job was based on a magnitude of things, but at its core, it came down to a feeling of unfulfillment which I felt I didn't need to settle for.

I had moved to Sydney from London because I wanted to explore and break away from the work-hard-play-hard culture that is a 9 - 5. But in reality, I had spent a couple of months as an au pair and then had landed myself yet another office job.

Almost as soon as I'd moved into my new apartment, and signed the dotted line to become full-time, I knew I was making a mistake.

I'd moved to Australia to experience Australia, but I'd spent all of that time in one city. I'd had mild freak-outs about that throughout the first few months here, but ultimately I put it down to PMS and just me, being, y'know, dramatic AF.

But after just three months, I knew I had to do what was right for me. I'd made incredible friends in Sydney, who I will be friends with for the rest of my life, but they couldn't keep me here.

So, at the start of August, I handed in my notice for August 31st.

My plan was to go full-time into being a freelance writer on the road. I know I don't own enough to pay rent and bills with writing, so I decided to "work for accommodation", to alleviate the worry of not having a roof over my head. And soon enough, I found a hostel in Sydney who wanted a writer to help them with their website copy in exchange for free accommodation.

And then, in the middle of August, I was approached by a PR company who I'd been recommended to.

So my first week of freelance writing was actually spent being flown around New Zealand on my first assignment. It was long days and the project was a big one, but this morning I sent it off.

So now, I'm in Sydney for 2 weeks (until my parents come out and I see them for the first time in almost 10 months), then I'll be travelling down to Melbourne for a week before catching a flight up to Cairns at the start of October!

From Cairns, my plan is to just take my time travelling down the East Coast. Do things hard to do, get to places hard to get to. But for the most part, just live out what I'd always planned to do when moving out here.

My visa runs out at the start of January, and to be honest, I have no idea where I'll end up going next. Maybe it will be New Zealand, maybe it will be Asia or Indonesia.

2019 is going to be a mystery to me.

What I can say about this experience, is that it's taught me that I am good enough.

For the last month, I've had severe imposter syndrome. I've been second-guessing every single decision I've made, questioning if I'm progressing into a life I don't deserve, or can't achieve.

The night before New Zealand, I called up my friend Tobias in a panic, anxiety in full-go-to mode, saying I didn't think I deserved to go, that I didn't think I could handle it, that I wasn't good enough to pull it off.

At the end of the trip, the co-founder of the company I was representing offered me a job, if I wanted it. (In another life, I would've jumped, but I couldn't be pulled back to the 9-5 again).

The lesson here though is that sometimes you just have to be a bit brave. Sometimes you need to take the risk and see how it pans out. It isn't always going to pay off, but if it doesn't, then it too, shall pass.

There are so many reasons I've felt like a failure in the last two months, and half of that is why I haven't written. Because I haven't felt worthy to write when I've been filled to the brim with self-doubt.

Luckily, I'm on the other side of that, and along with reassurance from my nearest and dearest, the only person who really got me here, is me.

So yes, I will be returning this evening to my 4-bed mixed hostel room, which I'm currently sharing with two French boys and one German.

But I am in that hostel room out of choice, because I chose to pursue what I wanted to do to be happy, rather than to be content.

There will be a whole blog post on this to come, but what I've learnt the most recently, is to act on behalf of yourself, not other people. It's your decisions, and the ramifications will come back to you.

So, I've jumped into the deep end of writing full time. It's terrifying and I don't know when my next paycheck will come in and to be honest, I still don't know if I'm good enough to compete.

But instead of letting that hold me back, I'm using it to prove to myself why I am good enough.

It's been a hot minute, but I'll be back later this week with a new blog post.

Thank you for hanging around, you're the best.

Love, Alice x


31 July 2018

The book you need to read in your 20s (and no, I didn’t write it)

In a sudden twist, this is the first time I have ever written a solitary blog post dedicated to one book.

As a girl (a woman?) who has kept a book in her bag since buying her first handbag, the lack of book reviews is not because I have nothing to write about. In fact, I’ve read some incredible books over the last twenty-three years, which deserve endless attention.

But no book has quite caught me the way Dolly Alderton’s “Everything I Know About Love did.

I didn’t accidentally pick up the book one day, I didn’t stumble across it in a bookshop, in fact I happen to have been an avid reader of Dolly since finding her The Sunday Times Style column.

The Sunday Times happens to be a luxury you cannot afford in your university years, which may be why, during the years I was away studying, my mum took it upon herself to remove each and every Style magazine from their weekly edition of The Sunday Times.

I would come home after weeks away at university to find up to 12 magazines spread in a pile on my bed, ready for me to devour over the upcoming holiday.

Yet despite this, I didn’t manage pick up Dolly Alderton’s book, until my friend recommended it to me.

Currently being in Australia, I woke up to a message at 4am from my ex-housemate, yet forever-friend Charlotte, who had written:

“Have you read Dolly Alderton's book? 1. You would love it. 2. I can imagine you writing a similar book one day. Lots of love to you as always.” 

And, well, after that message I couldn’t possibly neglect reading it any longer.

Despite its name, Everything I Need to Know About Love happens to be about so much more than love, although obviously, it’s a recurring theme.

It’s about friendship and loss and mental health, it’s about drugs and drink and partying a bit too hard, it’s a homage to growing up and finding yourself and being so lost you think that may never happen.

Written entirely in first person, the book is a memoir of Alderton herself, commencing with laugh-out-loud relatability when she recounts "Everything I knew about love, as a teenager".

"It's important to have a LOT of sex, with a LOT of people... but probably no more than 10."

The book continues in vague, sort-of-chronological order. Detailing the lessons learnt and the ups and downs of life as Alderton navigates her late teens and early twenties.

Maybe it was the chapter on losing a friend to cancer, maybe it was the chapter about her best friend falling in love and feeling left behind or maybe it was the recurrence of bad dates and the recipe for an easy-yet-sophisticated salmon dish I’ve now bookmarked.

Whatever it was, this book absolutely sung to me.

It's eye-opening and relatable and makes you realise that however isolated you may think your feelings are, the chances are everyone else is feeling the same way.

Whether you grew up on the beach in Cornwall, or in inner London, there is something so quintessentially British about the way Alderton talks about her teenage years and her obsession with MSN and dial-up connection in a way which only this generation - our generation - will ever be able to fully understand.

With Instagram feeds full of #bodyinspo and #mindfulness, Everything I Know About Love is an unapologetic, raw tribute to being a woman.

If you're looking for tips to land the perfect man, this isn't the book for you. But if you're looking for a laugh-out-loud,  intimate book with relatability and life lessons on each page, you may find it can change your life.

We could all learn something from Dolly Alderton, but ironically, you will probably find you'll learn more about yourself, than love.

29 July 2018

Why I Should Never Have Gone to University

A year on from graduating from Royal Holloway, University of London and I feel like I’m in the perfect position to fully reflect on my life since leaving uni, but also, my time at university itself.

University was somehow always on the cards for me. It wasn’t that I was pressured too much by my parents - although my very academic school was a different story - for me, it felt like university was just the path I needed and wanted to take.

And 99% of that, is because it gave me a way to get away from the small, Dorset town in which I lived and move somewhere, away from my family, where I felt I would be an “adult”.

If y’know, adults had Wednesday night socials and woke up at 11am on a Thursday.

I can safely say that university was a choice based on leaving home and not actually because I wanted to continue studying, because in 2013, my final year of school, I applied and got places for English Literature at 5 universities across the country.

Then I freaked out, pulled out, reapplied to 5 new universities to study journalism and changed course once more when I found a university I loved but decided I preferred their Politics and International Relations degree.

 Finally, I’d chosen where I’d live, work and study for the next three years.

…And then I spent a gap year in Italy avoiding all thoughts of university, smoking Camel Lights in Italian plazas, drinking copious amounts of Prosecco and spending weekends in Venice and Verona.

What followed, was three life-changing years, containing some of the best and worst times of my life.

The parts that changed my life, were the people I met, the ability to live and function on my own and the ridiculous work ethic I now have, which one only gains when you are studying for a degree, working two jobs, running a blog, volunteering at a community radio station and training for a half marathon.

What didn’t change my life? My degree.

The information I learnt concerning my degree, which I will never apply to anything other than political and philosophical trivia questions.

I was employed straight out of university, I beat statistics and went immediately into a public relations job.

In fact, I beat statistics so much that I was employed before my university exams had even finished, because my new job didn’t care at all about the degree I spent three years studying for.

I was employed because of my blog and my work experience, both of which I had already started curating before setting foot in my first lecture theatre.

It took me just three months in a full time, office job, to make me realise I don’t want to be in a permanent, stuffy, 9 - 5.

A realisation I would’ve come to three years earlier if I’d followed my gut instinct to bolt from the university path.

There may come a time in my life, where I am thankful with every bone in my body for the degree I’m £50,000 in debt for.

Maybe I’ll land a job against someone equally as qualified when I’m 35 because of the degree I have - that’s the hypothetical scenario we were basically all given at school, right?

The friends I made at university, mean I will never be able to 100% regret it. If I had to choose now a life without the girls I met the day I moved in, or the soulmates I lived with in my final year, or the three most varied, hilarious boys I became best friends with in my second year, I would always choose to go to university, because my life would be empty without them.

But as an 18-year-old, being told to apply for university because it will “open doors” and “make you stand out”, I can safely say, university has not changed my life at all in that regard - except that I am three years late to a party of individuals who have spent the last few years gaining work experience in the creative, media industry, whilst I studied the theory of Bentham’s Panopticon and Foucault’s History of Sexuality.

Everybody has a degree now.

Even the large audit companies, the forerunners of the graduate schemes, are doing “blind assessments” of job candidates, asking for no educational information.

Because really, it doesn’t matter. If you are a motivated, hard-working person, a piece of paper with a degree doesn’t define those values. Graduates still get turned down, they’re still unemployed, and they’re still working in jobs their schools never warned them about.

(Aka recruitment).

If you’re stuck on the university fence, think long and hard about the choices you’re making and the reasons you’re making them.

Obvs, disregard this if you want to be a doctor or a lawyer or a dentist because YOU ARE THE BEST AND WE REALLY NEED YOU.

Fellow creatives and arty people, look into internships and apprenticeships, network through family and friends, find out how valued a degree is in the industry you so desperately want to go into.

University changed my life, but my degree didn’t.

Love, Alice x

8 June 2018

10 Lessons I've Learnt As A 22-Year-Old

If you're reading this on the day it's published, June 8th 2018, it is my 23rd birthday.

Soooo technically, I've written this a couple of days in advance, because I have far too much cake to eat and tequila to consume to be writing a blog post on my actual birthday.

But my twenty-second year, has been a good one.

A very good one, although it has definitely had the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.

To say my life has changed somewhat in the past 12 months, is the biggest understatement of the century.

This time last year, I was one week into my first "adult" job, working for a PR firm in London.

In the months that followed, I graduated from university, lost one of my close friends, quit boring London job and moved to Australia.

So, you know, not much.

I'm now working in Sydney - a city I have fallen in love with - and am writing and video-editing to save up money and eventually continue my travels.

Basically, life is hell'a sweet right now.

The last year has taught me more about myself than any other year. I've grown in confidence, happiness and realised just how short life is.

Which makes for a perfect reason, for me to write a blog post on those life lessons.

Even the ones I definitely wish I hadn't learnt the hard way.

  1. Most of the time, it's not worth forcing friendships. If you know Jessica from work doesn't like you, don't try and live to please her, don't step on eggshells.

    Be confident in who you are, they are the one with the problem.

  2. You can do anything, but not everything. This is one of my new life-mantras.

    Anything is possible, but not if you try and do it all at once. Good things take time, focus on your goal, work hard and you'll reap the benefits.

  3. You're never too old to get head lice. Picture this. It's 2017, you're living in a house on the outskirts of London with your best girl friends, you're all in your 20's and going out for brunch is a regular agenda.

    You are Carrie Bradshaw.

    Except, one housemate drops the bombshell she's had an itchy head. Three days later, the WHOLE house has itchy heads.

    Cue a full week in house-quarantine, getting very close and personal with each other's hair, and a week later, we are finally free.

  4. Insta themes are like, really f***ing hard to achieve. I went through a very autumn-goals theme last October. It lasted a week, then I gave up.

  5. There really isn't anyone more loving than your parents. If you'd told me on my 22nd birthday that I'd spend 4 months living back home with my parents this year, I'd have called you mad.

    Half of the reason I went so quickly into a job from university, was the fact I never wanted to move back to Dorset.

    As it turns out, I moved back out of choice.

    And for all of the arguments and silly fights which were basically all about whether I could actually save enough money to move to Australia (fair enough), I feel like I've never valued my mum and dad more than I do right now.

  6. Skincare first, makeup second. 22 was the age I threw out my face wipes and invested in a face wash.

     I now cleanse, wash and moisturise my face properly

    And oh me, oh my, has my skin been thankful for it.

  7. Go with your gut. If I'm honest, this isn't a lesson I've "learnt" in the last year, but it is one which has been tested to the absolute maximum.

    This time last year, I was turning 22 in my new, fancy-schmancy workplace, where "Prosecco Friday" was a thing and team days out consisted of getting drunk a Bounce, a London ping-pong club.

    I was apartment hunting with two friends in Clapham and had spent the last month throwing off a lot of "oh my goodness congratulations"'s and "oh my god you're an ADULT"'s.

    But I knew, I knew that lifestyle wasn't for me. It took a couple of bottles of red and a chat with one of my best friends, but I went with my instinct and haven't looked back since.

  8.  Non-fiction books are just as interesting as fictional stories. This year has been the YEAR of non-fiction books for me.

    I've always wanted to be that person that people want on their team in trivia. A fountain of interesting, but fairly useless, knowledge.

    I'm not quite there yet, but I love soaking in and regurgitating the facts, figures and theories I've read in non-fiction books. I can't believe it took me 22 years to pick up a book which wasn't fiction!

    (For those wondering, my favourite non-fiction book is Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything).

  9. Never turn down opportunities in fear of what others might think of you. It took a long time to learn, the only person who will care in the long run, is you.

  10. In the words of JB, "love yourself". 22 was the age I became confident and happy in myself. I learnt that striving to be healthier or fitter, doesn't mean you can't embrace who you are now.
So, those are the top lessons I've learnt in the last 12 months. 

Thank you for everyone who's joined me on my little internet space in the last year, whether it was last June 8th, or yesterday.

Love, Alice x 

6 June 2018

Why It's Okay Not To Achieve Every Single Day

So, I'm coming to the end of my twenty-second year on planet Earth, and in the final week before my birthday, I realised something.

The realisation dawned on me after a week of feeling, well, pretty shit.

My hormones were everywhere, I was feeling a solid -4, I had written zero blog posts and put up zero videos in a long old while - and I was beating myself up over it.

Not just a little, "aw come on Alice" pep talk, I was properly going on at myself for not being bothered to open up my laptop.

But the thing is, it wasn't that I couldn't be bothered to write a blog post,  it was that mentally, I felt I couldn't.

I was in an awful headspace, all I wanted to do was go for long walks by myself and sit alone in my room watching Jane the Virgin and eating crisps and dip, and tbh if I'd written a blog post, it would've been utter crap.

And my realisation, this epiphany I had during my -4 time, was that I - probably like you - am extremely hard on myself.

Any day I don't "achieve" something, I count as a day lost. A day without exercise or without leaving the house. A day where I don't get through as much as I wanted, even when I tried my best. And those days where I know I just need to put social media and the internet to the back of my mind and focus on myself.

Until recently, I counted all of those days as a loss.

But the thing is, just because you're not moving mountains whilst wearing PJs and eating Ben and Jerry's, it doesn't mean you're doing badly, it means you're concentrating on what matters most - and that, at that moment, is your mental health.

I mean, if we really want to justify it, wouldn't you agree looking after yourself is more important than that blog you wanted to write (*cough* me *cough*).

Achievements come in all shapes and sizes, and it is so so easy to feel like you don't deserve a chill-day because you've got a to-do list as long as your arm.

Trust me, I've definitely been there.

But a lot of the time, taking a bit of space from that to-do list is going to make you feel more motivated, it will give you fresh ideas and that new lease for life which only comes after spending your full day in your pj's eating Thai food.

So, don't be hard on yourself. Just be honest.

If you cba to do something and you're procrastinating, then bbygal, you need to just crack on with that.

But if you actually feel like you physically and mentally just need to take a break, sometimes it's more important to listen to your body.

The pressure in these circumstances is completely from yourself. A little pressure is good, but when it becomes all consuming and "oh my god what am I doing how can I watch a 20-minute episode of Netflix when I have SO MUCH TO DO" *cue hyperventilation*,

yeah, that is not okay.

So don't beat yourself up about it.

As I said, achieving something can mean any number of things, and the biggest achievement of all, is your happiness.

Just your mental-health-advocate signing off - happy hump day!

Love, Alice x


4 June 2018

My June Goals

Somehow, it seems, we are half-way through the year.

I'm not sure how this happened, because I'm fairly positive it was New Years Day just yesterday - but there we go.

This month is a very exciting month, not just because it's *ahem* my 23rd birthday on the 8th, but this June also happens to involve a lot of change.

I'll let you all in on the changes veryyyy soon, but because there's so much going  - and after my little blip at the end of May - I wanted to create some goals for this month to keep me motivated and on track.

Create (and stick to) a blogging schedule
Stage 1 is complete, I've created a June blogging schedule full of all the posts I want to write and when I want them to go up (3x a week - eeeeeeek).

I decided I wanted to really start taking blogging seriously, which means creating a more regimented blogging style and actually working on "pushing" Alice's Antics, since for the last five years I've just sort of let followers come to me, rather than try and gain them myself.

Read More
I just finished reading The Lie, by C.L. Taylor and it made me realise just how much I'm missing reading at the moment.

I'm an avid reader (and clearly, writer) myself, I get absolutely lost in books. For the first part of this year I was doing really well, but I slipped into listening to audiobooks rather than picking up a tangible book.

I love audiobook, but nothing beats snuggling down with a real book - and with the Aussie winter well and truly here, I am so ready to read some recommendations.

If you have any must-reads, PLEASE let me know!

Organise a trip to see more of Australia
I'm currently pretty settled in Sydney, but since moving here, all I've seen of Australia... is Sydney.

Oh, and Canberra, but that was a bit of a weird experience.

So this month, I want to at least organise a trip to get out of Syndey and see more of my current home state.

Create more content for my Youtube channel
After deciding to really hone in on Alice's Antics, the courtesy definitely needs to extend out to my Youtube channel.

I love creating and editing videos, but finding the time can be pretty tough, so I'm going to FINALLY use my diary and actually put it to some good use.

Get ready for more storytimes, life advice and just some good old travel videos.

Make my new house (apartment) a home
Surprise! I'm moving out of my au pair life and into a different apartment, with three girls and two dogs.

Although I absolutely love my au pair host family, I can't say I'm not excited to live with young adults again and have my own space which I can decorate and just make my own.

I always knew I'd be leaving my au pair room in the near future so didn't really bother to decorate it - I also knew it would be another au pairs room soon, so didn't want to go in too hard with home-decor.

But my new room is going to be very much my own and as I don't quite know my future plans, it could stay my room/apartment for a good old while.

Basically, I have an excuse to buy fairy lights.

Get on the health and fitness wagon
With the end of au pairing, comes the end of running around after a 3-year-old. Which, I'm fairly sure, is the only reason I haven't put on weight since moving out here.

Although I love my job (literally, I write for a living, it's my dream), I also am sat down for... oooh, a solid 93% of my day.

Luckily, I've actually ended up moving into an apartment with the biggest reason ever to go to the gym... there's one in the building.

Gone are my excuses, I can't even use bad weather as an excuse. In the floor below me, is a swimming pool and a gym, so basically, I have no reason to get my lazy-ass on the treadmill.

If you have any books to recommend or any monthly goals yourself, let me know! I'd love to hear them!

Love, Alice x

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