Blog-Spot: Lost in Harlem

Last year, I met Andrea Collins through a mutual friend. I believe that “meeting” was over a few free margaritas in Manhattan (right, Andrea?).  Anyway, we’ve kept in touch and now Andrea has a blog called Lost in Harlem, which chronicles her life, friendships and adventures in (and sometimes outside of) New York City. “I’m a happy traveler who is currently lost in Harlem,” she writes. 
What: Lost in Harlem Blog, Online Journal and NYC Resource by Andrea Collins
History: From my perspective, when blogging began the media and industry experts took to the stage voicing their opinions for everyone to hear.  As the blogging space became more popular, the audience became more varied and the need for broader content became relevant.  So, students, socialites and pretty much anyone who could write (or thought they could write) began posting on blogs.  I was instantly drawn to bloggers who were willing to share their personal stories and life dreams.  Not because I agreed with them or strived to achieve the same goals, but because the best stories are always the ones closest to the heart.  Most individuals’ life stories, completely uncovered, are more interesting than any Hollywood blockbuster.  So, when I hit my quarter-life crisis I decided to start my blog and share my stories.
Why: I have moved from coast-to-coast and country-to-country over the last 10 years.  The most important “assets” in my life are my family and my friends.  So, it’s disturbing to me when I lose touch with a good friend or a family member due to distance.  Since it’s hard to keep up with everyone via phone and email I write up stories about my everyday life, my travels, books I’ve read or restaurants I’ve reviewed for everyone and anyone to read.  I certainly don’t have the most exciting life but the places I’ve lived and traveled are filled with excitement and energy  which I try to share and recreate in my postings.  I had hoped my blog would not only bring me closer to my friends afar but help me define who I am.  I used my neighborhood in the title to help me identify with my current place in the city and my ability to learn and discover new territories.  Although I’m no longer feeling “lost” I like the sound of the title it keeps me searching.
When: I strive to update Lost in Harlem a couple times a week and set aside 2 hours every Sunday to take a “blog adventure,” snapping photos around my neighborhood or trying out a new recipe to post about. 
Success?: So far, my blog has kept me in touch with important family and friends but hasn’t helped me make many new connections.  Perhaps the more I write, particularly about broader topics, the more people I can draw in.  But, my topic choices come to me on the subway trains and right before I go to sleep which makes writing each and every post so much fun.  I’m not sure I’ll ever change that, unless of course I could blog for a living.

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Sam’s Super Bowl De-Stress

So if you remember the recent post How’s Your Oxygen?, we’re sometimes featuring conversations with friends about how they “breathe” when things get hectic. Yesterday I was thinking about Super Bowl Sunday…the game, the so-so halftime show (glowing dancers notwithstanding), poor Christina, and of course the commercials (“Dog-Sitting” by Budweiser and Doritos “Best Part” being our personal favorites).   

Anyhoos, as spectators, for us it was mostly all fun, right? But for sports reporters, it’s gotta be one of the craziest days of the year. This recount just in from our friend Sam Crenshaw, sports anchor for 11Alive News in Atlanta:

I really needed to de-stress after Super Bowl Sunday. We normally pre-record our Sunday Sports Extra show, but because it was Super Bowl Sunday, we wanted to do the show live. We scrambled and found two former NFL players who had played for the Packers and Steelers to join us live on the news at 11:35 p.m. We also invited morning radio show host Jimmy Baron and 11Alive entertainment specialist Nina Brown to review the commercials. The stress of getting everybody there on time, and getting all the prep work done by 11:35, left me feeling pretty drained when it was done. So, on Monday I de-stressed at the gym with a big workout and rewarded myself with a massage. If weather had been better I would have hit the tennis courts as well. After eating all the bad stuff at our station’s Super Bowl party, I headed to Sweet Tomatoes yesterday for soup and salad. Much better!
Follow Sam on Twitter for all his sports (and sometimes life) updates.

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Gena’s Farm Memories

Ten years ago, our free-spirited friend Gena moved into one very old farmhouse on 115 acres in Jonesville, Va. Her dream of living in the country was finally realized but, sadly, also short-lived, because she found it just too difficult to make a living in such a rural remote area. But her memories of that time are lasting. Here are a few of her reflections from that special time in her life. 
We bought 115 acres. I moved out of Atlanta because I thought that I could provide a better life for my little girl. We would bounce down the mile-and-a-half dirt driveway for our walk. We would walk up the mountain and pick berries. We laughed. We danced. We had a food co-op where neighbors, including a doctor and an ex-CIA agent who had also run to the hills from the city, traded produce and friendship. Our house was built in 1929. On the first floor, I once fell through some wooden planks in the kitchen and found dirt. It also took some time to figure this out, but remnants of fabric were left on a wall in the bedroom. Guess that was before wallpaper. In the beginning, I slept upstairs in a sleeping bag. Using the bathroom in the middle of the night was tricky, as you needed a flashlight and a piece of toilet paper to go to the hill. We bathed in the front creek and learned that we did, in fact, have neighbors. We enjoyed cows, daily deer, snakes, wild turkey and chickens…for a day. We quickly found out that chickens and dogs don’t mix. Lord, Lord, did we have blackberries. We love blackberries. To this day we have a difficult time buying them as ours were much better off the bush. I miss the farm.

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Fab 5-0

Happy birthdays to our friends Catherine Powell and John Huss, who celebrated their 50th birthdays this year with a fabulous bike trip through Tuscany. Want to add this idea to your own bucket list? Here’s how: www.ciclismoclassico.com, or on Facebook.  

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Aha!

A dear friend, Randy Siegel (who was also my boss for seven years), launched a new business this month, Your Internal GPS. Please check it out. Meanwhile, here’s an article reposted from Randy’s October e-newsletter. It’s so good, we just had to share. Have yourself a happy week!
Be Happy, Truly Happy
Do you ever read something and have a magical “aha moment”? Here’s one of mine.
Erich Fromm in To Have or To Be? describes a modern misconception. He writes that most of us spend our lives trying to:
Have enough (money, power, things) so that we can…
Do what we want in terms of work and how we spend our time, because then we can…
Be happy.
Unfortunately, most of us get stuck at the first step: we never “have enough.” As a result, we put living our lives on hold.
“Once I pay off the house, I will consider changing careers.”
“When the kids are grown, I’ll deal with my marriage.”
“When I retire, I will take up painting, golf or traveling.”
Fromm says that in order to have a rich life you need to invert the formula. First, you need to:
Be who you are. Know your strengths, weaknesses and your purpose. This self-awareness will lead you to….
Do what you love. When you use your unique strengths to be of service to others, you will be rewarded, and…
Be happy.  You’ll have what you need. That doesn’t mean you will have everything you want, but it does mean you will have what you need. Dick Leider says in The Power of Purpose, “There are two ways to be rich; one is to have more, the other is to want less.”
How can you invert the having, doing and being cycle? Stop making money your primary goal. Instead, follow your passion, heart and values. Stop measuring your success by your bank account. Measure your success by your happiness.
Happiness is a feeling that comes from inside; it cannot be bought. Sure, you can feel unhappy if you don’t have enough money to meet your basic needs, but after that, money will not make you happy. To be happy, do what you love to do and do it to be of service to others.
Aha!
Reprinted with permission from Randy Siegel. His new book, The Inspired Life, will be published next month.

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