Hey everyone, it’s Tom Kuegler. :)
At the start of this month, I announced we’d be shutting down the Post-Grad Survival Guide to submissions.. kind of.
I wanted to keep our stable of 20–30 consistent writers on as Editors, and allow them to publish here whenever they wanted.
It turns out this month has been more stressful than usual, though.
I had another pneumothorax, which means a bunch of air was surrounding my right lung, pressing it inwards, and I was in mortal danger if I decided to fly home.
The specifics don’t really matter. What matters is that I’m…
The Gifts Of Imperfection is a book by Brené Brown.
Truth be told, I’ve never read it.
My Mom tells me it’s a book about learning to accept the imperfection in yourself. It was such a transformative read for her that I noticed the change in her demeanor ever since she finished it.
I’d like to suggest an additional rule to live by.
It’s called The Gifts Of Other’s Imperfection.
I think we, as a society, would be better off if we stopped expecting everybody else to be perfect all the time as well.
Let me explain.
I saw a…
I cried yesterday writing my farewell post.
I literally sat in front of my keyboard and cried while typing.
My Facebook page, Finding Tom, which was created over 5 years ago, was about to get deleted from the internet.
Hundreds of videos, posts, live streams, and more.
Damn. There’s a lot of reasons.
But first, many reading this might wonder why I’d do such a thing. It took me three years of consistent work to grow it to 500,000 followers. Couldn’t I use it for something else?
Maybe it could help me get a book deal or something, right?
“I have a girlfriend.”
Saying those words to my parents felt worse than vomiting.
Well, because I broke up with a long-term girlfriend just seven months prior.
Now I was on to somebody else, and I’m sure they had thoughts like ‘Here we go again.’
You see, I care a lot about what my parents think of me.
Even though it felt weird to tell them about my new girlfriend, I also, weirdly, didn’t much care about their reaction.
It’s not because I didn’t care about them.
It’s because I know that people are flawed.
People aren’t always…
‘The last page,’ I thought.
It’s always a magical moment when you open a journal for the last time to write the final page.
You prop your journal up and let the pages roll off your thumb from back to front.
All that ink blurring past you. All those memories you worked so hard to get laughing as you realize how fast time is going.
When your thumb reaches the end you grasp that fat stack of pages once again, place them to the left, and prepare yourself for a final entry.
First you fold a nice crease on that…
My fingers hovered over the trackpad.
I was about to digitally sign the lease for my very first apartment.
One year. No backing out.
World traveler Tom was about to sign his life away and — GASP — stay in one place for a while.
This decision scared me, honestly.
Questions flooded my head, like:
Friends, I’ve realized one thing about doubts like these..
These are the doubts of a child. These are the doubts…
“You havvva stone.”
‘F*ck,’ I thought.
I felt as if I just got diagnosed with cancer.
I had a kidney stone. My Doctor, in broken English, told me I “havvva” stone in my kidney that was about 1 cm in diameter.
I knew what kidney stones entail — especially when they’re that big.
Surgery. They require surgery.
It’s not cheap, either, and there’s some pain involved — not just the pain you’re feeling in the moment.
Right then and there, I realized I made a huge mistake the past few years..
I didn’t take care of my body. I didn’t…
This status of mine got 370 likes on Facebook:
Late last year I became obsessed with books about how to get rich.
I read them all. I read a book called ‘Quit Like A Millionaire’ about some girl who immigrated to Canada from one of the poorest parts of China and managed to become a millionaire.
I read the story of Grant Sabatier who went from broke in his parents basement to multi-millionaire.
I read Ramit Sethi’s ‘I Will Teach You To Be Rich,’ too.
All these books were helpful, but many times they tried to fit a square peg in a round hole.
They tried to make finance…
In 2017 I saw a Casey Neistat vlog. This one, to be exact:
It was the coolest freaking video I’ve ever seen. Immediately after finishing it, I binged 20 more Casey Neistat vlogs and watched my night fade into oblivion.
This guy was cool. He rode around New York City on a boosted board. He made videos about his life. Somehow he made the monotonous wildly entertaining.
In a flash I knew what I wanted to do with my life..
I wanted to be a video creator. Or a vlogger, for short.
So I bought a Canon 70D off…
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