Optimise or strategise? Making the most of your blog content. #BlogAtTheBeach

When I was invited to join icelolly.com at their #BlogAtTheBeach event, I jumped. I was half way through coding a newsletter and took two hasty minutes to reply. Keen? Hell yes!

Arranging the trip was nerve-wracking. It was coming up to Christmas/I was between jobs when the event was scheduled. What was I doing!?

Wake up not go to sleep at 3am!? Buy a new camera when I didn’t have a solid pay cheque coming in!? Who even am I!?

But it was the moment we broke through the clouds in the sunrise, that I got it. And I found my flow again. This was it.

Everything fell into place and I was at peace. Up in the air, on a plane, travelling. My passion. My camera clicked.

We touched down in Leeds.

As the rest of the day unfolded, a couple of things became clear. Checking into my AirBnB, attending and engaging with #BlogAtTheBeach, finding a cute little pasta place across the street for dinner.

Blogging and social media are like energies. They ebb and they flow.

Bare with me for a second!

Working in the field I do, I already had a hint. I spent a lot of my time reading social media hacks and best practices. I am constantly asked about the best strategies, and loads of people have told me how they think it works best.

But quite honestly, it’s a very straightforward process.

Plan the content you want to produce, but filter it so that it reflects your most joyful experiences. Be consistent in your posting once a day/once a week at the same time etc, but only do it if it truly makes you happy. The best content comes from those who know what they want to post, but it comes from a loving and giving space.

#BlogAtTheBeach was an overall fantastic event in that it was special to have it organised by a “non-blogging focussed” company such as icelolly.com. What was special was in their introduction they went on to mention that bringing bloggers and influencers into their brand was part of their marketing strategy and I found myself just that much more drawn into the company. Influencers – in particular micro-influencers – are predicted to become a vital part of successful marketing in 2018, so it is really wonderful to hear that a company is willing to take note and take this on.


I’m aware that this could become an essay of a blog post, and that’s not really the style hear. So to give you a summary of the event itself and the impact: the three talks given by influencers generally covered best practices in optimising your blog content and SEO. From photography to pitching and SEO to mindset. It was thorough and gave the audience a lot to think over – even if you have been in the game a while, there was still a handful of things to takeaway.

Before, afterwards and in between the speakers and icelolly.com staff were available to answer questions and provide more insight about the brand and the types of  ideas they would be looking for when being approached by bloggers. An effort that made it much more special for us as the creators and audience as you felt valued. A couple of representatives even brought their children, so on a level it felt like being invited into somebody’s actual family.


Summary aside, when sat on my plane home I was thinking overall about what really stood out for me along with the nitty gritty to work on.

As I am sure you are aware, there is a lot of negativity floating around about social media algorithms and influencer attitude. So much so, I myself have actively started either unfollowing social media ranters and opting for ‘I don’t like this Tweet’ for the pity party throwers. Something I have never previously done.

Don’t get me wrong, I myself have complained about the algorithms on occasion in the past. But it seems to have got to a point where creators are giving up, when actually, this is the time to keep going. To plant both feet strongly on the ground.

What I have learned over the last couple of months is that by going with your gut, by being consistent, patient and following your joy, you see the desired results from your content.


When you optimise your content – asking your audience what they want to see (and content you are truly happy to post), creating a schedule that works for you, posting exactly what you want to – your content produces results. Just like any project or business, you have to open to vulnerability and the unknown of putting your best work out there.

Strategise – straight up copying other people’s content, using the same hashtags, producing the same content that worked six months/a year/two years ago – and you end up going round in circles and, to be honest, loosing followers and less engagement.

Optimise your content by playing to your personal strengths. Optimise your content by bringing the authentic and beautiful you out in your posts.

Freedom of speech is a wonderful thing, but no one wants to engage with a Moaning Minnie when they’re having a good day or casually browsing through their newsfeeds. Find someone you can call or message or speak to to vent. My poor housemate hears mine!

Think like a brand, be like a friend. 

One thing that did bother me about the event was that a handful of comments were made – by speakers too –  about how they believed they could never become the next big blogging name. And it saddened me. Well, if you believe that then of course you won’t be!

Stop strategising and looking to ‘bigger names’ for the content you believe you should be producing. Look to the wonderful you and optimise what you – your wonderful self – has to offer. The value you most definitely have in you to contribute.

This really came to fruition for me as I optimised my own skills at the event. By creating an actual conversation online about the tips given by the speakers, we were able to begin an engaging conversation. And I saw my followers go up. By taking photographs with artsy angles, I won an event prize. I also hit 1,000 followers on Instagram and Instax (I nearly cried) followed me on Twitter.

By optimising the skills and ideas that I am able to offer. By following my passion for travel and adventure. I produced results where no one believes they can.

I am going to end this post with a shout out and thank you again to icelolly.com for inviting me to #BlogAtTheBeach and for providing us with such a unique opportunity.

I would also love to give a shout out to Dom (my AirBnB host) for providing me with the most amazing accommodation in a beautiful central Leeds flat. Dom was an incredibly hospitable host and I will definitely be knocking on his door for my next trip ‘up Norf’. AirBnb users should definitely check him out!

What are the skills you could play on to optimise your content?

Han x


How to be a Londoner in Winter (Blogmas Day 4)

Taking to Twitter, I asked what you dear readers was the key to being a Londoner. The most popular answer was “a frosty look/attitude” and to be honest, dear readers, winter really isn’t hear until every last Londoner is frostier than usual.

Despite the high rise buildings and pollution that keeps London at least five degrees warmer than any other part of the UK, no where is ever quite as wintery in winter as London. So how do the Londoners cope?

  1. Invest in winter wardrobe staples. That is: a long Winter trench coat and functional gloves that let you use your phone while wearing them. We can’t have frostbite-looking hands while shaking hands in meetings… My other suggestions are a cute hat or ear muffs and a rain proof bag.
  2. Switch walking at 50mph for 55mph. Wearing extra layers is pointless, and why not work on the calves if you can?
  3. Pre-drink a little before hitting the pubs, clubs and parties. It not only saves you some dollar but will also keep you warm on the journey.
  4. And yes, make like the Ice Queen and get your frost face on. May I suggest a fierce red lipstick to pair with it? It can add sass to your night out, scare slow-walkers out of your way and anyone who dare challenge you while present shopping wish they hadn’t. (Ok, yes I got a little carried away with that last one).

Which one will you try first?

Han x


3 best places to get a coffee in London this Christmas (Blogmas Day 2)

Yesterday you read about what to do, today is all about the London fix. The coffee fix that is.

While I am partial to a cheeky Gingerbread and Cream Latte from Costa, London has plenty of alternatives:

1. Cupcakes and Shhht (Elephant & Castle). Buried in the depths of Lambeth – no really, it’s like Lambeth’s answer to BoxPark.

I first heard of these guys at a blogger event where they were dishing out their freakshakes.

My recommendation for you is to sample a flat white with the peanut butter cupcake. All of their cakes are vegan, which I am very happy about as I think they typically taste better.

2. Paper and Cup (Shoreditch). A cute little find that my housemate recommended to me after a Sunday mission for peonies at Columbia Road Flower Market. It’s a tiny little venue with a cosy, motivating vibe and, shocker, non-London prices! For a fantastic flat white, I paid £2.50. Coupled with a granola, honey and Greek style yogurt pot (£2) and I was a happy bunny.

3. Natural Kitchen (Marylebone). A favourite among my colleagues and I for the natural goodies you can purchase here. While on the more expensive side, I have opted for a sustainable alternative in their coffee flask scheme. Whereby you invest in the cup (a tenner for App holders) and you receive four free coffees back plus 25p off every takeaway coffee after. Investment in a clean brand and in the environment!

My coffee recommendation is a Coconut Flat White.

Other contenders include: Shoreditch Grind and the little coffee shop in Swan Wharf co-work spaces.

Where is your favourite coffee spot?

Han x


4 things to do at Christmas in London (Blogmas Day 1)

Christmas in London, even Christmas season in London, is unlike any other.

Biting winds trapped in central streets, grand sparkling lights to rival most capital cities and the grandeur of city and residents cranks up tenfold. The city is suddenly even more alive with merry makers and festive spirits. And while this may sound similar to your own home town, there is an extra certain aliveness to the English capital that is unrivalled elsewhere.

As sharp as the cold can get, I absolutely love December in London. While everyone might complain about the temperatures and the tube queues, there is nothing more magical than wrapping up with a coffee or mulled wine clutched in both gloved hands and wondering through your favourite London park or streets.

As my second Christmas season in London kicks off, here are three city things I recommend doing this winter:

1. Grab a hot drink and take a gander. London is a sight to behold and should not be discarded too easily. Take the time wander the Knightsbridge streets towards Harrod’s and Hyde Park. Along Clapham High Street to the Common. My personal favourite is round Old Street towards Shoreditch High Street.

2. Winter Wonderland @ Hyde Park. Ok, hear me out on this one. Yes it was an absolute nightmare to get in this year. But I’ve somehow made a tradition of it, and nothing says London Christmas like an overcrowded market with creepy, dated figures.

It’s worth visiting once – and getting your skates on – just for the experience of having been.

3. Which leads nicely into: skating! Grab a mate and throw your boots on. You haven’t experienced the city unless you’ve been skating outdoors with a Christmas tree in the middle.

My recommendation is the Natural History Museum. It’s so relaxing and has real ice.

4. Visit a fashion event. I say that loosely because there are many available in London. But my favourite so far has been viewing the SS18 Hugo Boss Collection with a glass of champagne in hand.

It’s fun to feel elegant, particularly around Christmas. So search Eventbrite for the next upcoming evening and per chance you may find a steal!

There are, of course, many other things. But these are the key places to begin.

I usually get my ideas from Eventbrite, Instagram and Time Out.

Are there any others you would add?

Han x


Ibiza Part Three: making the most of Closing Season.

It’s safe to say I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Ibiza. But then again, I love to travel and I will always have fun wherever I go. I talk to everyone and, only if necessary will I walk the same route twice.

So what do you do if you A) don’t speak the language, and B) prefer to know what you’re doing beforehand – since there doesn’t seem to be too much available?

1. Depending on the length of your stay – book at least two closing parties ahead of time. The trouble with closing season is that numbers dwindle and there’s less hype around town. Especially in the evenings.

We (I) got chatting to a couple of locals in shops and taxis who, after the polite “I’m not sure”s then said “it’s dead and there aren’t any real alternatives around this time of year. I would have come earlier in the summer.”

For early (11pm) cocktails you’ll find plenty of places, but if you’re not a beauty rest kind of person, book a closing party!

2. Although a lot of the Main Street restaurants were decently priced – London decent – there are SO many tapas bars and restaurants with Menu Del Dias for a tenner.

And they taste incredible! Plus the Sangria is much better and there is usually an offer of chupitos after…

La Bodega in Ibiza Town and Fusion in Playa D’En Bossa were my favourites.

3. The temperature is British hot and Spain mild. We slept amazingly, could walk around in an open shirt and bikini, didn’t melt and still came home sun-kissed – and in my case with a really hilarious tan line.

Walking around the Ibiza castle at 5pm was the best time for some sunset pics, but also for the mild temperatures.

What else would you like to know about Ibiza?

Han x


Ibiza Part Two: The 3 Stages of Relaxing.

Stage One: Detaching From Stress.
Monday morning rolled around and I couldn’t sleep in past 7am UK time. Physically couldn’t go back to sleep. But considering I am normally up around 6am, it technically counts as a lie-in right?
 Showered, freshened up and luggage in a locker room for the morning, I already felt more at ease.
I took myself for a wander towards the harbour for breakfast. I had my laptop with me as I had read a review online that the locker room in the hostel didn’t appear particularly secure. So once I had chosen a breakfast spot, I got to some writing.
The simple act of having a Desayuno Español (Spanish Breakfast) by the beach in mid-twenty degree heat at 10am, began the process. I had a subconscious smile on being surrounded by things that brought me comfort and ease.
I lived in Spain for a couple of years as a child and, even though I have never been to Ibiza, it felt like home. Seeing and hearing Spanish everywhere. Visiting my favourite childhood jewellery shop Bijou Brigitte. Eating a tortilla baguette for breakfast, I could already begin to feel myself detaching from the anxiety I had flown out with.
Stage Two: Taking Action and Switching Up The Routine.
By Monday afternoon, in the realisation that I actually did deserve some time out, I bought a copy of El País newspaper and spent time in the space of nothingness. Nowhere to be except at Playa D’En Bossa by 10pm. An easy mooch!
However my brain does not simply just agree to give into such things.
After lunch I started having some anxious thoughts. Life-questioning thoughts. From having zero time to sit still for the last half a year to having a whole day to do nothing except drag your suitcase over a mini hill, meant thoughts were suddenly able to burst free.
Who am I without work, or a couple of other commitments that took up a lot of time? Who even am I anymore?
I’ve done a lot of work on myself for the last half a year, me now does not respond in the same way me even a couple of months ago would… It’s safe to say I was lost and a bit anxious.
Some action was needed.
So I grabbed the copy of Eat Pray Love. I put my nose in and glued myself to Gilbert’s story for another 50 pages.
Try as I might though I simply couldn’t get into it. Weirdly I loved the film, but I really couldn’t get into the style of writing. The book was put to one side. Fortunately at this point it had got to 10pm and my friends had landed.
We got dinner, caught up and slept.
Tuesday morning I made sure I got my thoughts out to one of the girls and all felt right with the world again. We went for a morning pool swim, had breakfast on the beach, went for a wander up the beach and then donned our best sundresses and took an Insta gander into Ibiza Town.
Stage Three: Being Present.
I focused really hard on listening to how my friend was doing. To the colours of the apartments. The conversations in Spanish happening around me about seashells and how tired shop assistants were. The sun on my back. The soft salty air brushing off the harbour. Everything I could to connect with what was happening in the present.
And as I did so, I found myself connecting with my creativity and self-expression. I found myself unbothered by teenage girls who wouldn’t move out of my shot and the occasional smell of sewers.
I was relaxing, standing taller, smiling wider and connecting stronger.
In being present, I was able to spend some time lounging in a beach chair for an afternoon watching some hot Italian guys play ball, dance to Martin Solveig all the way through until 6am and laugh really hard at the experiences we were having.
This afternoon, it then hit me.
Where I was lost about the next dream to live into on Monday, on Thursday I had the image to live into. In stepping outside of my head and going with the flow of my surroundings, I was able to create the next step of the dream.
Not just see it, *feel* it. (I’ll talk more about this in another post very soon).
Sat in the departure lounge at Ibiza Airport with no hotspot to speak of and non-existent wifi, I am sad to say goodbye to a fun little life interlude. Yet excited for the next leg. I haven’t slept much, but I feel rested. I’ve not been too active, but I feel energised.
And there you have it!
How do you relax best?
Han x

Ibiza Part One: Taking a break.

The baby was crying and kicking my seat. People were beginning to look around, I took a deep breathe and all of sudden a guy behind me said “it gets worse as you get older”.

I began to laugh. There in Easy Jet economy. Where an hour before I could feel my brain beginning to finally unwind from a very long summer. My eyes were droopy.

It had felt like one long day of continuous activity. Finish a graph. Meet a school friend for brunch. Finish packing. Clean my area of the shared house. Sweat out walking to Vauxhall with my suitcase because the Northern Line was closed. Just make my coach. Hand in another report. One final call with my coach. Paid my rent. Grab necessities from duty free. Get on the flight.

Flight was late.

This was just what I expected of my holiday. It reminded me of my flights I took in, out and around Brazil. They have a specific term that we don’t have an equivalent for in English. It’s like a mix of slow-moving and calm called “de vaga” (jee-vah-gah). The Brazilian lifestyle is de vaga and no matter how much you want something to go quicker, it simply will not.

This moment was de vaga. And I knew from experience that all I could do at that point was give into it. So I took a deep inhale, and an exhale and I found myself involuntarily smiling.

I feel one of those workaholic women who had to force herself to go on a holiday. Everyone told me they were glad I took the time out. I smile involuntarily again.

I buy an OJ with the last spare sterling change, force myself to pick my trashy holiday read of choice – a copy of Eat Pray Love that I nabbed from a book swap shelf in WeWork Moorgate – and I turn my focus to the world of Elizabeth Gilbert.

“Is this lifetime only supposed to be about duty?”

Forcing myself to switch off I entrenched myself in Gilbert’s musings of God and pasta and praying. Reminding myself every so often to switch off and get connected again.

She hit some good points.

As soon as I told myself it was ok not to think about work. My brain was confused. Well what do I do then? Of course there are plenty of answers for that one. Like finish creative projects etc. But that freaked me out a little.

I found myself with some spare time to really get back in touch with myself. I nearly cried just reading and hearing Spanish again. I let myself lie in until (7:30am UK time) and then got walking through Ibiza Town. No way was I wasting this precious time.

For those of you who don’t know, I lived in Spain for a few years as a kid. So going anywhere Spanish-speaking is always like coming home for me. I found a supermarket with snacks I used to get as a kid and the Ibiza local attitude was so familiar – even though it’s my first time here.

I didn’t realise just how wound up in work I had gotten. Even though I take care of myself waaaay better than I used to. The amount of times I caught myself sighing when falling asleep last night was sign enough. I had to keep up the yogic breathing until I dozed off.

I don’t take time out often, I mean I’m sat with my laptop currently… But, dear reader, when you’ve got some spare time and you know you deserve a break: take it!

I won’t lie to you, I do live to work at times because I love learning and the experience. But that doesn’t mean we don’t all need the work to live bit too. Take a deep breathe, and relax.

Vamos Ibiza!

Have a great Monday!

Han x


Four things I learned living in London for a year.

August Bank Holiday 2016: I moved to London.

August Bank Holiday 2017: London is my home.

The above is something I never thought would be possible for me. Either because of expenses or courage. But within a week and a half a year ago, I had packed up my life in Southampton and moved it to Surrey and London. I was astounded at how easy it was, and nervous about living in a city with such character.

But fast-forward a year and London has become just like any other town I have lived in.

So to anyone who thinks they can’t do it, you so can:

1. Make connections. London is a huge city and things move quickly. Like really quickly! And I’m just going to say it how it is, the majority of the jobs and houses I got were because I knew people. Spare Room is great and eventually LinkedIn paid off, but starting out, all of my contacts came from contacts. Even the Fashion Week stuff came from a friend referral.

Tip: find groups on Facebook before you move and meet groups early on for the best connections and opportunities.

2. You might have to budget the F out of your salary. It’s pretty obvious that London is super expensive. What with it being such a key player in the world/such a desirable city to be in. However I was always good at saving until I moved to this city… Then somehow my money sort of disappeared… I can’t even blame irresponsible behaviour on a weekend anymore.

Tip: have a good budget of what you can spend a week. Do your weekly shop! Then the dinners or nights out can be justified.

3. The hype of living near the London Eye and other tourist attractions will wear off. Sure from time to time you’ll be super grateful that Oxford Street is a twenty minute walk from your office. Or that you can visit places and not have to worry about cramming lots of site-seeing into one day. But then, suddenly tourists become a pain, the tube is your worst nightmare and you wonder why people are so fussed about travelling all this way to see a large scale Ferris wheel.

However, it means you get to delve deeper into a city that thousands pay thousands to come and visit. You can find all the spots that others are inspired by to come and visit. You find the character and the essence. And that’s what makes it worth visiting. You can choose to become the elegant Londoners who weave in and out of the crowds and leave visitors in awe.

Tip: no joke, yoga breathing helps with the frustrations of the tube, slow walkers and any other delays. Learn to walk with purpose, even if you have to fake it to begin with. You’ll find yourself swooping through crowds in no time.

4. The first year is the hardest, stick at it. Now this is not just me saying it. Others have said this to me too.

You begin with the fluttery excitement of a brand new adventure. Three months in you’ll feel adjusted. Six months you’ll wonder if it was all worth it. A year later you’ll realise it totally was.

Tip: lean on friends and family. Remember why you started.

I’ve felt like a broken record at times, but I’ve grown up a lot from one year in London. And experienced so much that others can only dream of. It really has been a dream come true.

You want it? Go get it! And remember: you got this 💖

Where would you like to live most in the world?

Han x



Writer’s Block: terrorism, politics and humanity.

Do you ever have that feeling when you have lots to say but aren’t sure how to channel it?

Or you go to write and you feel paralysed with fear?

I was a mix of both last week. I had a serious case of writer’s block.

See, a lot has been happening. Both around me and in my life.

The London attacks happened. The first near my place of work. The second near my home, and my go-to for date night.

It feels like the vibe around everything has changed. The Grenfell Tower incident happened most recently and has caused serious shifts in this mad city.

And me? Between work, my personal/professional development course and social stuff. My creative pursuits felt a little lost.

But I’ve still been in and out and have accumulated some questions:

Like how is it suddenly ok that Snapchat has an actual story dedicated to the London Bridge attack!?

Since when did I become scared of my own expression!?

Abstract and poles apart, but two questions that have been on my mind for the last couple of weeks because, somehow, the world does not feel the same as it was a week ago, two weeks ago, a month, whatever.

The night of the second London attack, I was coming home from a course weekend and it was the most surreal thing to be so happy after a long day and read there had been another attack. And just up the road from me.

I felt weary ticking the box that I was safe on Facebook and messaging my family that I was ok again (it’s about the fourth time I have ever had to do this) and then a call waking me up at 1am from a distressed friend from out of town. It was such a surreal parallel situation to be in.

Social media, which in my opinion had been getting a little too superficial for my liking, suddenly took it up a notch.

From the time of the Manchester attack to the General Election, I began to, on one hand, fall back in love with social media but on the other, be completely shocked by it.

Since when was it ok to dedicate a Snapchat Story thread to these incidents!? Kids use these apps. Terrorism is not a trivial vlog.

Since when did we decide to take it upon ourselves to be personal journalists and physically record this stuff!?

I went to the London Bridge memorial the Thursday after the attack to meet a friend.

Just before we left – and just after I had voted – we had this short interaction on Twitter.

Me: “How about London Bridge Grind? Although I feel a bit weird going there after Saturday.”

Friend: “Best reason to go there”

I was nervous. And the little voice in my head was screaming “NO!” But I hopped on the tube anyway. On the other side, I took a deep breath.

Now let me tell you, I’ve been blogging for four years. I take photos of EVERYTHING. But I could absolutely not bring myself to take photos of London Bridge memorial. It was too vivid and too personal. It felt disrespectful and I was actually kind of shocked that people were taking photos and then not taking the time to be with the space and give wishes.

Within two minutes of standing next to the flowers and gifts, I was in tears. The photos. The skateboard with messages for the Spanish guy. The signs to stay strong. It was deeply moving. All I felt was overwhelming emotion. I’m not even sure which one. And so I was so astounded that anyone could just snap a picture and keep walking.

My friend was right – I hope he doesn’t read this, ha! I was reminded that the strongest thing to do was to be brave, have courage and move forward. Collectively and individually.

I love people and London city more than I have ever done before.

I believe in my goals and myself as much as I believe in others. I trust myself and I trust others.

It’s interesting how you need a little dramatic nudge to get you going again. Like you become a little too complacent and the universe pokes you hard to wake you up again.

How do you deal with writer’s block?

Han x


Han Meets Quarter Life Crisis!?

This is partly satirical.

I always scoffed at the idea of a quarter-life crisis. “Really?! Breaking down and feeling lost in your twenties?!  What a concept!” My eighteen year old self would mock.


*Me at 19 (Paris 2012) – hope you enjoy the massive trendy side bang…

Then graduation hit and the reality hit. The wider world is nothing like uni. You don’t get to see all your friends in the same place – particularly as the majority will move across the country or out of the country entirely. You wonder if any of those people were friends in the first place and, to be honest, the idea of staying in for the night with your cat (I don’t have a cat) suddenly seems much more enticing.

Tax, pensions and national insurance, once something you could laugh off, now hit your salary very hard. And if you’re working from an agency, say goodbye to another cut of your precious dollar. I think of the clothes I might have actually been able to afford, *cry face*.

The career path, more like winding treacherous mountain track of uncertainty. At 16, I worked my butt off in various roles to increase my skills and all through uni. At 24, I have those skills but employers don’t know what to do with me… So I’ve taken to bumbling in and out of various roles in the hope for an in to the ‘right’ department. However writing my CV this week has made for some tough calls and once where my CV looked pretty squeaky clean and steady, it looks as confused as I did ten years ago having to start choosing my career!


*Back in the day when all I had to do was jump in a pool for a crazy pic to get a job (2015).

An evening. I sometimes question if being ambitious really is a good thing as evenings are no longer a relax with a glass of red occasion. But extended working hours in the hope of fulfilling a couple of childhood dreams. Seriously, if I could go back and tell my school or uni self to start sooner and stop wasting time… Ughhh! Or what if I was just a little less ambitious and all that I needed in life was to go to work and have a couple of glasses of bubbly while sitting on my sun deck in my bean bag – I’m totally jealous eyeballing my neighbours right now…

Ok… Sigh of relief done.


And how about the positives?

I can move around anywhere I want with no notice. Well, maybe a little work and house notice I mean I still pay rent, bills and have the work Chromebook on my chest of drawers… But the freedom of choice is there. I moved to London because I wanted to pursue creative opportunities and meet my own in-crowd. I could have stayed where my salary was steadier and house prices cheaper. Instead I took a massive leap of faith, which, at 24 is going to be a great choice I am sure. No success story is complete without a little struggle, right?


*Seems befitting to put a Brazil (2013) pic in here.

Love life. While I miss the hours you could spend with your crush/person you were dating while in education, discovering what adult relationships are about is actually much more interesting and wonderful. Sure I’m sad I don’t have more time sometimes – or money (last time I mention money I swear!!!), facing the world with someone is so much more fun than hiding from it with them. You both have a little more freedom to go places and they don’t still take their dirty washing home for their parents to do…

Self-development. Personal and professional development is becoming increasingly more popular with twenty-somethings as companies begin to favour those open to taking on feedback about themselves and their performance. Being someone who has always been open to the idea, I am beginning to see the long term benefits of having taken on self-development coaching in my early twenties as my past crap is being removed from my life and I can get on with creating exactly the life I want – when I have found out roughly what that is. Many people I speak to on my current programme tell me they wish they had completed it at ‘my age’ and while I am not the youngest in the group, I can tell it’s going to set me up well. It’s uncomfortable but the benefits are MASSIVE!

Anyway! Rambly post from negative start to hopefully a positive finish.

Do you think quarter-life crisis is a thing!?

Han x

*My last day of exams (June 2015).