| | | Yo yo yo, It’s Francis here with another Monday edition of The Nomad Newsletter! Today, I’m shaking things up… If you’ve read the newsletter for a while, then you know I looooove showcasing the dreamy highlights of the digital nomad lifestyle. The beaches. The cities. The sights. The food. The fact that people are creating cool AF sh*t everywhere. And I love it all, really. But, of course… These are, in fact, just the highlights. It’s not all sunny coworking spaces, yoga pants, and fancy flight tickets. There’s an ugly side to the digital nomad lifestyle. And that’s what I want to focus on today. If you want to read past newsletters and get the details on how to start your nomadic journey TODAY — then go here to read the archives. Just for this Monday, I want to scare ya a little bit. That’s why I compiled a few articles from incredible writers (and my dumbass) who have a thing or two to say about the dark side of the nomad lifestyle. I got all these articles from Medium, btw. How? Because I write and read from there. Reading a few articles from my curated topics in the morning is always a nice way to start the day. Get yourself a membership if you want to try something different from your regular Kindle, Audible, and non-fiction book habit. Anyway, here’s today’s lineup: 🏴 The Dark Side of The Digital Nomad by Mark Manson (yeah, THAT Mark Manson) 😷 I’m Sick of Being A Digital Nomad After Five Years of Travel by Tom Kuegler
💥 Why You’ll Epically Fail Within 6 Months of Being A Digital Nomad by Brittany Kathleen
🔨 3 Hard Realities of Remote Working & Freelancing By Francis Nayan 🤐 6 Lies Digital Nomad Gurus Sell & You Shouldn’t Believe By Francis Nayan ...of course, I don’t want to deter you from traveling and working from anywhere. All of the people above still do it. But like everything and everyone else in the world, it has it’s tough days and perspectives change. I just wanted to share that perspective with you today. Alrighty, let’s hit it. _______________________ The Dark Side of The Digital Nomad by Mark Manson
Mark Manson, the award-winning author of The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck, Models, and Everything Is F*cked wrote an article for CNN about the state of those location-independent workers, known as digital nomads, and they hated it. He knew the whole “live anywhere, work anywhere” thing was overdone, so he went the other direction — by giving the sometimes sad, twisted, and lonely reality of the nomad lifestyle. |
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| | Mark posted the original, unedited version on Medium back in August. I saw it and knew I’d keep it on my reading list for safekeeping. And let me tell ya, it’s a deep one. I resonate with it in many ways, I’m afraid to admit. Maybe you will, too? ===>Stop by and give it a read by going here._______________________
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| I’m Sick of Being A Digital Nomad After 5 Years of Travel By Tom Kuegler
For a while, Tom was like “THE nomad” to me.
He wrote articles on the awesomeness of the lifestyle. He has a YouTube channel. And his whole online presence consistently showcases him traveling, working, and doing it all with a smile on his face. So, of course, it was a shock to see such a title from ol’ Tommy K.
But what he wrote here was incredible. It shows a lot of growth and reveals a lot of the struggles of growing up while living abroad. Struggles a lot of expats and nomads feel while being away for so long.
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| Why You’ll Epically Fail Within 6 Months of Being A Nomad
By Brittany Kathleen
I actually shared this with you recently…
but it’s so good I had to do it again.
What I love about this article is Brittany sums up why you’ll fail at anything in life.
Not just in digital nomadism, but in business, sports, relationships, and in any goal you’re trying to reach. |
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In a time where many people want things literally just handed to them and the idea of working the extra mile is painful...she nails why that mindset sucks. But she also nails why never having balance will also knock you off the tracks. It’s a clear, concise, and detailed article that I’ve read a few times over. ===>Go here to check it out. _______________________
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| Sure, I could write about myself in 3rd person, but I’m not at Kanye-level yet. So here’s me modestly featuring articles I wrote about the realities of the nomad life. I actually wrote this article 2 years ago. And it was around that time that I was going through a lot of personal and professional struggles. I wrote it in about 20 minutes and was pretty much a rant about things I found difficult — yet, it was good enough to get picked up by Medium’s heavy hitter publication, The Startup. (54k Followers) I wrote this 2 months ago. Right in the middle of painful burnout. I was sick of BizOpp fakes selling people lies. I was tired of hustling my d*ck off for no reason at all. And I wanted to call out the lies I heard a lot of Nomad “gurus” were saying. Check it out if you wanna read my rambles.
_______________________ Well, there ya have it. The Anti-Nomad edition of The Nomad Newsletter. I hope you enjoy it and also get some fresh perspectives on the lifestyle. On a brighter note… The next issue will be more about businesses that’ll HELP you live better on the road. Businesses that actually enhance your life and make traveling in different places feel more like home. It’ll cover things like dating, accommodation, events, conferences, and also HOW to start living the good part of the lifestyle sooner, rather than later. Alrighty. That’s all for today. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading, as always. Best, Francis “The Anti Nomad” Nayan The Nomad Newsletter PS: Thank you to everyone who showed interest in me doing a training on How To Make $3k to $5k/month As A Freelance Email Copywriter. I’m replying to everyone today with a survey. Cheers |
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| | Ignore the following text. It’s random & only here to improve delivery. It helped her understand all of the little things I do for her that I thought she was too young to notice. But now she says "thank you" more often, which really brings a smile to my face. I already know that this book is going to help her grow up to be a kind, grateful young lady!!" Thanks again for this book and I hope you can share this message with other mothers like me so they can read it to their kids." - Jenny Now, that's an incredible story! A Mother's Love is certainly one of my favorites, too, because of all the messages I get like this one. Click the button below to take a look inside A Mother's Love: It's about an interesting creature... a lonely Yeti, who's living in the snowy mountains all by herself, hoping for some company... Here goes: "If you're looking for some fun, or maybe even a friend, go up to the mountain to the path's end. There you'll find the Yeti, who lives all alone. She'll make you feel welcome in her snow-covered home. So pack up your gear, go slow and steady, the fun's just begun because the Yeti is ready!" This fun poem is from a new book called The Yeti Is Ready... And it's given my kids a new perspective on friendship & acceptance!" Click the red button below to take a look inside The Yeti Is Ready: You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine. These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life. These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent. Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did he consider my services. And now, Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing. This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapped in furs—a dress which I have already adopted, for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel. I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never. Farewell, my, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness. |
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