30 Days of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge – Day 29: What do I still want-even if it feels impossible to say out loud?

I want to write.

I want to publish.

I want to be read.

I want my words to stretch across distance and time and find their way into someone else's heart. I want them to nestle there—to be a soft place to land, or a spark that ignites something new. I want someone to stumble across my words and feel, even for a breath, seen.

Accepted.

Supported.

I want to weave a tether between my heart and the hearts of others—built not from conversation or obligation, but from the pure, electric connection of understanding. I want my writing to say, I see you. I know you. You are not alone.

But it’s not just about my own voice.

I want to build a space where other voices can thrive too. I want to create a community for writers—a place where creativity isn’t a competition, but a garden. Where we water each other’s dreams. Where we nourish each other’s words. Where we breathe creative life into one another and watch ourselves grow higher, wilder, freer because of it.

It feels like a silly dream sometimes. Like the kind of dream you whisper, half-laughing, because you’re afraid someone will point at it and call it foolish.

But all beautiful things start as whispers, don’t they?

Imagine how the first car must have seemed in a world ruled by horses. Imagine how strange and impractical it must have sounded.

And yet… someone built it anyway.

So even though it feels silly to say out loud—this is what I want.

I want it fiercely.

I want it stubbornly.

I want it enough to sculpt it with my hands, word by word, brick by brick.

This is my dream. And I’m building it.

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚