30 Days of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge – Day 10: What Does Forgiveness Look Like—For Myself, For Someone Else, For the Life I Didn’t Live?

The hardest person I’ve ever had to forgive is me.

Not for one catastrophic failure, not for a single sharp regret. But for the slow, quiet ways I’ve chipped away at myself over time. For not trying hard enough. For trying too hard. For apologizing when I hadn’t done anything wrong. For shrinking in the moments I should have stood tall. For not being more, doing more, becoming more. For the house that isn’t always clean. For the help I sometimes need. For being human in a life I’ve expected myself to navigate like a machine.

I wonder sometimes—if I hadn’t been meek, if I hadn’t doubted myself, if I hadn’t made myself small—where would I be now? Would I be further? Fitter? Richer? Would I have more time, more energy, more ease? I don’t know. But I think about it more than I care to admit.

Forgiveness, for me, looks like letting go of those questions.

It looks like loosening my grip on the myth of the woman I didn’t become. It looks like releasing the shame that says “you should be more than this by now.” It looks like recognising that I have held myself to an impossible standard—a standard where rest is a luxury, softness is indulgence, and sitting still feels like guilt.

But here’s the truth: I’m good. Right where I am.

I am proud of the woman I’ve become. I am proud of the life I’ve built from grit and love and relentless effort. I am proud of the businesses Sean and I have built together—every late night, every hard decision, every leap of faith. I am proud of the words I’ve written, the community I’ve cultivated, the dreams I’ve dared to chase.

And even more than all of that—I am proud of the man standing beside me. The partner who loves me not because I earn it, but because I am it. The love of my life. My once-in-a-lifetime. My other half. His brilliance, his steadiness, his loyalty—those are my greatest blessings. And if I had changed anything—if I had taken a different road, spoken one different word, chosen a different story—what if we didn’t end up here?

Forgiveness looks like loving this life, not despite what it isn’t, but because of what it is.

Because I am here. Because I am whole. Because I am still becoming.

And that? That is enough.

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚