Or; How to Find Love in a Tropical Paradise

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I’m the kind of person who likes routine.

Most people think of this as a positive character trait, but I see it as neutral.

It can go either way. I’m just as likely to fall into a bad routine as I am a good one.

For the last few months of 2019, in Goa, India, fall into a bad routine is exactly what I did. …

It can’t all be smooth sailing and calm waters. Where are the folks that washed up on the rocks?

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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…

Getting back to a reality in a world that is increasingly digital

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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…

One month in a Goan dream

Why it’s better to ride the wave rather than swim against the stream

The Unforgettable Goan Sunset — @toltinova

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…

I didn’t go to India with the intention of finding myself. But the self snuck up on me anyway

Fire, Drums, Chanting, and Singing. The Art of Kirtan

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. …

There were many factors but this was the strongest

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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…

It’s almost too easy

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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…

Colby J Smith

In November 2019 I took a one-way flight out of the UK to find a new life out in the world. Little did I know a global pandemic was around the corner.

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