30 Days Of Radical Honesty Journalling Challenge Day 4: What Is A Truth I Have Never Said Out Loud?

Here’s my truth: I have accomplished so much, and I still don’t think it will ever feel like enough.

Let me start with the facts.

I’ve built multiple businesses from the ground up, including a woman-led home improvement company that shattered stereotypes and hit over half a million dollars in revenue in its first year. I’ve built entire brand identities, websites, and marketing strategies with nothing but my brain, my heart, and my hands. I’ve launched a copywriting and website studio that uplifts value-driven brands and brings stories to life.

I’ve grown social media audiences into the tens of thousands. I’ve written blogs, essays, and articles that resonate. I’ve created space for voices that deserve to be heard. I’ve built community, with my words and with my work.

I’ve written and self-published eight novellas—eight entire books—within the last year. Books that have been read, loved, and held by people who don’t know me but feel like they do because of the stories I told.

I’ve designed every cover, every promotional graphic, every detail of this growing literary life. I’ve completed my master’s in marketing. I’ve published under my own name and spoken the truth in every word. I’ve launched an entire journalling challenge that has cracked people open, including myself.

I’ve maintained friendships that stretch back more than three decades. I’ve nurtured a marriage that deepens in love, trust, and laughter with every passing year. I’ve poured love into my animals, my home, my readers, my chosen family.

I am proud of all of it. Truly, fully proud.

And still…

There is a gnawing whisper in the back of my mind that says, it’s not enough.

Even with the evidence stacked so high I can barely see over it, I feel myself sprinting. Chasing. Reaching. As if the next thing—the next milestone, the next book, the next “win”—might be the one that finally quiets the voice inside me that demands more.

I don’t even know what “enough” would look like. I just know I haven’t felt it yet.

And so I keep going. Running. Racing as though there’s a finish line I’ll eventually cross. Some distant future version of me who finally exhales and says, okay, this is it. You’ve arrived. But the truth is, I don’t think that moment is coming.

And here’s the second truth: I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I am proud of my pace. Proud of the hunger that fuels me, the fire that never quite dies down. I don’t create to be finished. I create because there is more in me. I write because there are still stories to tell. I build because the work is the reward. I reach because striving is part of who I am.

It’s not about being enough. It’s about being alive in the becoming.

So no—I may never feel finished. But I do feel fulfilled. And maybe that’s more honest. Maybe that’s more human. Maybe that’s the point.

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚