30 Days of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge – Day 14: What Dreams Have I Quietly Buried, and Are Any of Them Asking to Be Unearthed?

Just yesterday, my husband and I were talking about this.

About how I’ve spent most of my life choosing the practical route. The stable route. The route that ensured bills were paid, responsibilities were met, and safety—however tentative—was preserved. I have always chased reliability, built scaffolding out of caution, and told myself it was the right thing. The grown-up thing. The thing people like me were supposed to do.

And maybe, for a while, it was the right thing. Maybe I needed that structure to keep me steady. But what I buried in the name of stability was a whole field of wildflowers—dreams I told myself I would return to later.

But here I am. Forty-one. And only now—now—am I letting myself bloom.

I’ve always written. Quietly. Fiercely. In the margins of my life. In notebooks, journals, in the in-between moments when no one was watching. But I only began sharing my work in January. Only now have I started showing up in the world as a writer. And I find myself wondering: what was I waiting for?

I don’t want to scold myself. I don’t want to look back in bitterness. Because the truth is—I’m doing it now. I’m writing. Publishing. Building something real. And maybe the time it took to get here gave me exactly what I needed: depth, voice, resilience.

But I’m also ready to stop playing it safe.

Right now, we’re in the midst of negotiating the sale of our business. A business we built from the ground up. A business we just had valued at over $1.5 million. One point five million dollars. That number still feels surreal. We did that. With grit and love and way too many sleepless nights. We built something practical. And now, we’re letting it go.

And when the sale goes through?

We’re going to pour ourselves into the wild. Into dreams. Into the things that light us up instead of weigh us down. We are going to live the way we’ve always wanted to live—not just working for a future, but living it.

It is so far past time.

The dreams I buried weren’t dead. They were dormant. Waiting. Whispering. And now, they are louder than ever. They’re not just asking to be unearthed. They are demanding to be seen.

And I am ready.

We are ready.

No more building only what is practical. No more mistaking survival for success. It’s time for the wildflowers.

It’s time.

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚