From Dead to Alive

 One day, someone will write a piece about me, and this is what I'd want them to say about me. Hence, the third person. 

Dawn Wright has come a long way since her days as an assertive college student with little to her name other than car and student loan debt. Before attending college at an all-female college at the time in Washington DC, Wright was a bright-eyed high schooler from Centreville, Virginia, who lacked direction to her future and an understanding as to what it took to be successful in her adult years. Coming from a single-parent home with a mother steering the ship with two sons on each hip and Wright standing firm between her older brothers, speaking of ensuring future success was hard to do when making it each day was a task in and of itself. And though Wright never bothered to or knew how to map out a future for success, one thing was always unspoken and clear to her: she would succeed.

Dawn Wright was so optimistic about her potential and possibilities, that anticipating difficulties or a bumpy road never got factored into the equation. It wasn't until the devastating  loss of her brother, did she see for the first time, just how cruel life could feel. Even the financial struggles endured during childhood felt like a blessing compared to the loss of her sibling, who often felt like a twin, despite the four years between them. Growing up without a father felt like a hiccup that only developed into a pain only when mounting bills became too insurmountable for her mom. Seeing her mom trying to stretch a single budget among a family of four was the only time Wright could totally comprehend the point of a two-parent household. But because they'd all grown up so close, they had the team element down pat, which is what made her family so successful in bonding. So when they lost her brother, the snip in the thread could've unraveled the fabric of their family dynamic, but instead, their faith in God became the needle that weaved them on point.

It would take years for Dawn Wright to find that innate sparkle again, but no amount of college education and work experience could reignite that flame. They were all attempts to make her feel alive again in a functional corpse of confusion and doubt. Each year past her brother’s death offered her only one brick of mental stability and confidence. Building that house of life was a messy process, marked with nothing but uncertainty and withered direction. But it wasn't until Wright decided to go back to her initial pre-college notion and love, did she begin to feel like a real soul inhabited her body again. And that's when writing saved her life.

Even though Dawn Wright got around to her familiar-feeling self, she was well aware that she would never ever be that same carefree girl who lived on optimism alone. This Dawn Wright, knows now, that life can become cruel without a moment’s notice, that passion means nothing without a plan, and that failure is the partner to success.

The child turned high schooler who used to put her mind to anything, realized that if you think it, you get it. And that's why she thought optimism would need to be her only pistol to succeed in life. Cause and effect, the power of positive thinking, all these theories were validated when the "kid," pranced through school and college hallways. None of it was tainted by fear and doubt, despite shaky nerves. So as a kid, teen and young adult, she achieved. She just didn't plan. She adjusted or changed with the wind of her own emotions, giving into whims, doing what felt right at the moment. Laying bricks down just to pick them back up or toss them to the side, trying to build a house with mixed layouts. And then she  ended up homeless, even though she had a roof over her head and pride in her address. Her soul had no place to rest even in the comfort of her own king-sized bed, so it kept her awake some nights, even when she was fast asleep, it  bothered her throughout the day, even when all people saw was a picture-perfect smile.

Class is always in session. There's always a lesson to learn: adulting never stops.

Self-awareness is the biggest armor an adult can have to shield against threats of life. Self-awareness leads to purpose and purpose feeds the passion. And without these three things, we're dead. Breathing is an involuntary function that we take for granted, because duh, “we're supposed to do it.” But what's a breath if it doesn't count toward pursuance?

Today, Dawn Wright is building her mansion. All her bricks are stacked on the sidelines, waiting to be placed. The blueprint is clear, because being a full-time writer, made it all possible.