Today, after my first 24 hours in California, it became very clear to me that I truly am a vagabond. I have no place to call home. Do I have kind friends with couches? Sure. Do I have access to CouchSurfing.net, AirBnB.com and CraigsList.org to find people with couches, rooms, and places to sleep? Absolutely. The fundamental difference is none of them are “my place”.

At first consideration, I was struck with a level of shock, even fear. Oh. My. God. I don’t have a home. I don’t have a job. What the hell was I thinking? What am I doing?!?┬áThen I remember, as if waking from an amnesiac’s coma: I’m ridiculously wealthy. I’m surrounded by abundance. I’m totally free and have more than I could want or need. The whole world is open in front of me. I’m tremendously loved and adored.

So if both of those contrasts are true, then what am I learning from this space I currently occupy? Where I can feel both wealthy and jobless, both totally cared for and homeless? What I realized is that when I have had a home, a safe haven, a place to call my own, I would use it to run away to. I could hide out there when I felt overwhelmed by what was in front of me. I would close out the rest of the world and watch an episode (or three) of Star Trek: The Next Generation (yes I am a nerd). I could be in my haven and pretend I was free from obligation or expectation. My safe haven had become a place to hide. It was no longer serving my greater purpose, which is to change the world for the better. It instead became an excuse to give up.

So now I have no haven, no place to give up, no place to hide away. Now is my time to shine, to live, to grow, and to love. And here I go!

Yours,

Jessa Green

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