Now, I don’t like to be cynical (that’s a total lie, I’m British, moaning is in our blood) but there’s something that doesn’t quite sit right with me about all these success stories that I see posted on Medium and just about everywhere else online.
You know the ones I mean. “How I quit my job overnight through my blog about goldfish bowl maintenance ” and “How I turned over $1k in my first month on Upwork.”
No doubt there are success stories out there, and I’m not trying to tear anyone down or rain on any parades, but I feel that poetic license is being overused in some of these cases. …
At the tender age of 34, I’m just about old enough to remember a time before smartphones.
When I was at school, the most fashionable pieces of status-enhancing tech were Nokia’s iconic and indestructible 3210, and the Sony Walkman; the cumbersome, easily-breakable device responsible for the ripped seams of a thousand and one trouser pockets.
Maybe if you were right at the top of the social sphere, and your parents were rich enough, you possibly spent many a wasted hour converting your entire CD collection to the now obsolete mini-disk format (remember those?).
Now, we are living the future that existed in the sci-fi films and comic books of my youth. …
If you’ve read my previous blogs on Medium you’ll know why I left the UK in 2019 and never looked back.
I had thrown some clothes in a backpack, said goodbye to my friends, and sold nearly everything that I possessed (save a few items too precious to my heart; the complete Star Wars and extended edition Lord of the Rings box sets, which I stashed away in my parent's attic).
You’ll also know that within a month of leaving home I had had a life-changing experience at a yoga retreat in the tropical jungles of southern India.
What you might not know, however, is that apart from the first four weeks at the yoga retreat I had made zero plans and had no idea where my travels were going to take me. …
Instagram is well known for promoting unhealthy body image expectations.
When I click the explore tab, my personalised algorithm throws up a cacophony of beautifully muscular men in designer gear, hanging around grimy-but-cool gratified urban settings, and toned and tanned women usually wearing as little as the community standards policy will allow them to.
It knows me.
Or at least it knows — despite my best interests — what my eye unwittingly lingers upon, even though I know these images don’t portray reality and I don’t like to consume this kind of material on a daily basis. …
Booking a one-way ticket out of the UK was the best decision I’ve ever made, hands down. It opened up many opportunities I would have missed had I remained trudging through life, wondering what the greener grass felt like.
Granted, almost exactly one year after I left home I’m in a rented house with zero furniture, sitting on the hard floor, eating dry cereal out of the box, Googling “how to make money online.” But that’s another story for another blog.
I always wanted to leave the UK. That niggling feeling of restlessness bugged me as far back as my memory stretches. I never quite felt at home in the UK, for a number of reasons. …
Picture the scene: you have spent the last three years of your life saving up every penny you can scrape together in order to embark upon what you hope to be a life-changing, no-going-back tour of our beautiful planet Earth; only to find that a few short minutes after landing on foreign soil you’re slumped on the side of the road, your passport has disappeared without a trace and a semi-automatic assault rifle is being held inches from your face.
Yes, my friends, that was me.
‘It can only get better,’ I told myself. I had already ticked off the number one worst-case scenario that most travelers can imagine. Besides finding yourself in an Indian jail cell or being abducted into an Eastern European human trafficking ring that only Liam Neeson could save you from, losing your passport on your first day is right up there. …