Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Happy Anniversary to Me

One year ago today I took a leap of faith and changed my life.


I can hardly believe just how amazing things have turned out and I will never, ever again doubt myself. I know what I want and I know that it takes faith, courage, and sacrifice to attain one's purpose and goal in life. Granted, such a move does not come without cost, and not everyone in my life was happy about the choices that I made, but the MOST IMPORTANT lesson I've learned from all of this is - it is MY choice.

My motto has been that I only have one life to live and I, alone, must get the most out of it.



On August 20, 2013 I crossed the Oregon border to reside in my new home.


I left behind many things I pine for: my husband, animals that I could not bring, trees, plants, and other things I'd managed to get growing in the arid, Las Vegas desert. I left behind some wonderful, loyal friends. What I also left behind was a life I was not suited for and one I had longed to leave. When asked why I moved away from home and husband, I say that I needed to be in place that was green, with water in abundance (however, the drought has impacted us greatly here, too), and be surrounded by nature. Southern Oregon fit that bill more than I could ever have predicted.


I found all of that and so, so much more:

a group of neighbors that embraced me from the moment I arrived


a life among wild turkeys, deer,and surrounded by nature

and a raging river

a job that I could only dream of ever having (Siskiyou County Museum); and peace in my soul.

All of this took place in the span of one year and I could never have imagined any of it.

For those of you that are wondering:

My husband of 26 years and I are still as strong and in love as ever. When the time is right he will join me.

My animals will follow, but for the time being, Lucky the dog, Boy, Dosier, Little Girl, Cry Baby and Pretty Boy Floyd, and Pig are in good hands (John has become the main caretaker).

My plants: trees, flowers, and vegetables will have to survive without me.

The Las Vegas Media Group is one of my greatest regrets - I hate leaving them in the lurch.

I am happy. I have leaped into the unknown and have landed on my feet.











Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Long Siesta

I linked to my Blog Dashboard to shut down my site just now. 

I am once again feeling overwhelmed by obligations of my own doing: taking on too much work and not enjoying moments of nothingness. To that end I have (nervously) extracted myself from some paying jobs, taking a leap of faith that I can make my living just fine on one, not three jobs that are pulling me in all directions - or to an early grave.  

In the process of this "house cleaning" I figured that I would stop feeling like I should be writing my blog posts on a more regular basis, just another obligation I felt I was failing. Then, I saw a comment that was awaiting moderation.

Someone had taken the time to write to me regarding a post I wrote all the way back in 2009. This unknown individual shared her own birth story after reading Childbirth My Way .  I realize that I love this venue for writing my story, I love most of all that I touch others in doing so. I may not have a huge following, however, nearly 30,000 people have stopped by to read my musings since I first started writing the blog. My dream has always been to write and inspire. It has never been about becoming rich or famous, but I would lie if I said I didn't wish I could be the next Frank McCourt or Linda Lou

So, instead of signing off for good, I am putting my blog, This Gioia's Chronicles, on hiatus. I hope readers, new and returning, will take the time to scroll through the last five years of writing while I'm taking a long siesta. There may just be one or more posts that you relate to, are inspired by, and you will take the time to tell me so. 

Adios for now.

Lisa Gioia-Acres

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Delayed Responses in an Instant Messaging World


I thought technology, you know: cell phones, emails, and the like was supposed to make our jobs and lives easier. Instead, I find that I am constantly waiting for a response to messages left on "instant transfer" messages. Do you feel the same?
 
 
I send an email to apply for a new position, to submit important documents, or just to say "Hello" to someone.

Nothing.

No, "Hey, I got your important information, thanks for sending. We'll be back with you as soon as possible."  

It's an email! It takes literally five-ten seconds to hit the Reply button, say "thanks" and hit Send. I have taken to writing in my emails, "Please reply to this message so I know you have received it."

Not long ago I delivered some delicious cookies to a neighbor. She wasn't home so I set the cookies on her table with a little "thank you for your help" note. I didn't hear a thing back from her. I sent a little nudging text message, "Hey, how are you? Did you get the cookies?"

Nothing.

I think our instantaneous world is overwhelming us. Most likely the culprit is that everyone's email
box is filled with so many emails it is hard to sift through the good ones from the spam.

Maybe it's time to go back to sending things the old-fashioned way: writing a note by hand or applying for a job through the
post.
 












But, then again, no one will have time to read a letter in hand because they are too busy staring at and cursing their computer screen. 
 
Ah, the world we now live in.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Be the Master (or Mistress) of Your Own Destiny


Today I met up with a friend I haven't seen for a few months. We shopped at a few thrift stores and caught up with one another's life. At one point she said to me, "Have you been depressed? Are you taking anything?"  I thought she was asking me because perhaps she was asking advice for herself. I was partly right; seems she has trouble, being a southern California born-and-bred girl, with the rainy, sometimes snowy winters where we both now call home.

Why she'd asked, however, was because, to put it in her words, "You are so happy, I thought for sure you were taking medication."
 
 
I've thought about that exchange ever since we parted. I am happy and no pill is responsible. Rather, I am the master of my happiness because I took a leap of faith and followed my heart.

For years I've lived in a place that just wasn't suited to me. I am not going to bash the place I called home for twenty-five years. I've made some amazing friends, built a career, and have memories that make me smile. But, I didn't want to be there anymore. I had another place in mind to live, and for many reasons. But everyone around me, save for my closest friends and family, told me I was crazy to want to leave, especially where I hoped to go. They said that I was always doing impulsive acts. They said I should count the blessing I had and stay put! They told me that I'd never be happy (See Happiness is in the Heart of the Beholder).
 
I knew what was best for me and I finally dared to gift it to myself.
 
So, at the end of this past summer I settled somewhere else. I still keep tabs on my old stomping ground because I can't make a complete break as of yet, but this is where I plan on being for a long time. It does make me happy. We have four seasons here, and when it rains I don't feel gloomy – I know that Mother Earth is being nourished and I feel giddy. The people here are so friendly! I've made some fast friends in the short time I've been here. And that friend I mentioned in the beginning? We were best of friends a long time ago in another place and we just happened to end up here, in the same place. Serendipity!

We all live in the shadow of others' expectations, and sometimes the pressure of that keeps us from doing what we most desire. For so long I thought I was doomed to accept where I was and that indeed made me depressed.
 
But now I have a whole new lease on life. I am my own best medicine.
 

 
 

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

I'm Still Here!


Oh, yes. It has been far too long since my last blog post.
 
There are times I wonder if I will continue using this venue to express myself, since it is obvious with the length of time between postings that I may, heaven forbid, have run out of things to say. That really isn't true, not by a long shot, but the thrust and need for sharing from when I began my blog in 2009, to now, has diminished some. For one, I am working on that long-delayed memoir and want to save at least some for the published (and paid for) copy of my life story! And, the blog posts of the past have certainly served their purpose: I got a lot of that angst stored up inside of me off of my chest. Lastly, A LOT has changed in the last half of the year and truthfully, some of it is personal and I'm not too willing to share it with the anonymous audience. 

My dreams are coming true. They are. I have leaped with faith and have been rewarded ten-fold. It is a wonderful story that continues to unfold, and as much as I wish to tell every step of it, I feel a need to hold back. I am so proud of what I've accomplished in a short period of time. Everything I've ever believed in and followed through on – meaning all those years of impulsive actions, still serve me; even in this time of my life when I should, according to so many willingly giving me free advice, be conservative in my life choices. I say the heck with that. I have reinvigorated my life by taking chances.

As usual I am so busy that I often wish I could stop the world from spinning and get off. But, it is me that makes the choices to say, "yay" or "nay." My responsibility and I accept my role in it. Besides, as the old saying goes, "I'll get plenty of sleep when I'm dead."

I most certainly hope that event is a long, long way off. I have so much more to do yet!
 
Here's a hint about my new life: my view