Finding Jade Again: There’s No Place Like Home.

Ruby Slippers

 

By Jessie “Jade” Wright

The truth is that as we grow older we morph into this stranger who looks a lot like ourselves, but isn’t.

We lose touch with all those little bits of our authentic self as we layer on the roles of working, mothering, loving, and more.

I did.

I moved away from my sweet California roots to become a shadow of myself in rural New York. I used to joke that I moved there for love whenever someone asked me about surviving the snowbound winter months with my two sons.

I did.

But then I left in middle of my tenth winter to come back home to northern California on a March day. I had planned on the trip to be simply a visit, but complications along the way led to a permanent stay in California.

I found myself in what some may call the return journey. In those first few months, I began to unravel who I had become. It wasn’t scary because it felt authentic to be back home.

And then I began to run into some of my old friends who playfully called me by my nickname of Jade.

As as we sat reminiscing, I nodded my head in silent agreement after burping loudly from drinking a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Yep, that’s me.

I had became Jade before the name became popular, but I had to become a little bit jaded to remind myself of the real me.

I suppose that there should be some radical story about earning the name, but there isn’t. The name came as my friends and I stood in line awaiting our turns to spike a volleyball during practice in my sophomore year. Each of them had picked a name, and it was my turn, so I picked Jade which is the color of my eyes, especially when I’m feeling feisty.

I became Jade the free spirit, artist, poet, and writer until I left for college where I tried to become more ordinary, but I never truly could be that which I am not.

I am Jade.

Simple to be named, and humbling to be reminded of it again. The name still fits like a pair of worn and ripped blue jeans, so I dusted the name off, and hung it onto my author’s name recently. I realized that I owed my reader’s a backstory after a friend of a friend had asked what’s with my name change.

Here’s the truth: it’s not a name change, but a reaffirmation of my authentic self.

 

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Editor: Dana Gornall

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Jessie "Jade" Wright

Jes Wright loves being barefoot and finding nature in the most urban of urban spaces. She loves the feel of paints just as much as pens, and finally admits that she is an Artist (after trying to hide it for too many years). Her writing may be found at Be You Media Group,Elephant Journal, Facebook and Twitter. P.S. Jes finally gathered all her poetry fluttering in the wind into her latest poetry book. It's available here.

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