Letting Go of Control


For the past few months, our business has been rolling along wonderfully. We’ve had time to tout our crazy-full guest calendars, revamp our welcome messages and leases, upgrade our advertisements, and put together fabulous owner packets for prospective leads. Our numbers and ratings were sky-high. In short, we had the business firmly under control.

Or at least we did, until a then-category 5 hurricane began swirling its way towards the Hawaiian islands. Guests cancelled left and right; flights were cancelled; we fielded calls and messages and inquiries and complaints all day for over a week. Our awesome numbers dropped and our chock-full calendars were marred by vacant days at the end of the month. I kept asking myself, what is happening? What did we do wrong?! Why?!

A looming hurricane felt like it had ruined everything (everything!), but the truth is that it took away our control. Hurricane Lane itself is naturally, and obviously, out of our control – but I couldn’t stop myself from running through ways of controlling the result of it. Could I open up our properties to last-minute reservations? Displaced guests? Surely one airline was still landing….

It was my fiancée that made me realize how ridiculous it all was. We had a major, potential natural disaster-level storm a few hundred miles away, and I was upset that guests had cancelled their trips? Of course they did! What in the world was I thinking?

f062b425bdf17d58915c9d0da25a3dedI realized that I love running my own business because I love having control. I love managing, watching, tinkering, tweaking things to be perfect. I dig it, and it’s been a way of life for me for a while – but it’s not really how life works.

Actually, Hurricane Lane is a pretty good metaphor for life. You can do everything on earth to ensure your life/home/business are picture-perfect and under control, and then something external and totally unexpected can swirl right through and cause some chaos and mayhem. And you have no choice but to do your best and just deal. 

As our business grows, I know the day is coming when I’ll have to relinquish control. I’ll have to trust. I’ll have to let it go – and that day is coming sooner rather than later.

In the meantime, I’m going to try to enjoy a few days off curled up with my man and dog until the storm passes.

Motivation Monday: Progress, Not Perfection

Happy Monday! I hope you all had a rest-filled, relaxing weekend – in my opinion, that’s the best weekend there is, right? I’m on my meal plan/workout/get stuff done grind all week long. When Friday rolls around all I want is to sleep, surf, and spend some time with friends.

And do laundry. But that hasn’t happened yet L ugh.

I always look forward to Motivation Monday, probably because the zillion hours I spend on pinterest will finally bear some blog-worthy fruit. But this Monday, as good as a mood as I’m in, I wanna shit talk.

I rarely criticize Bodybuilding.com – in fact, I usually praise them, especially Jamie Eason’s Live Fit Trainer. I love that there’s meal and workout plans for months on end that are absolutely free. And backed by actual professionals. Yet even they, fitness gods & goddesses that they are, still fall victim to the health/fitness myth that is a huge no-no for me: assuming all women are the same size and body type.

I was perusing the site on my break one day and saw a little “plan generator” thing to figure out what workout plan works best for you. I selected female, put in my height & weight, and entered my fitness level and goal physique. I was expecting to find the right workout plan. Instead, this dinky little generator told me that, as a 5’6” active woman, I needed to lose twenty-five pounds to achieve a “fit female physique.” Err, what? I am fit!

The whole thing pissed me off. It’s something small and relatively insignificant, but I think it’s a little dangerous to have something on a reputable website telling women they can weigh no more than 115 pounds in order to be considered fit. Even though I’ve faced this fact throughout my high school and college soccer careers, it still struck a nerve. Even though I knew it was totally wrong, it still pissed me off.

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I’m happy with how I look, regardless of weight.

I know that I don’t have twenty-five pounds to lose. I would be stoked if I could lose another five! I’m a strong, muscular, semi-thick girl. I have soccer legs. And I’m okay with that – I just know how hard it is, especially at a younger age, to accept that fact. I don’t want other girls feeling unworthy because of something so thoughtlessly crafted.

In the spirit of my little rant, today’s Motivation Monday is on progress – not perfection.  Each woman has her own unique shape and her own fitness journey to achieve what she feels is right for her. Some women want to get smaller; some want thicker legs & booty. Whatever her goals, they all take hard work and dedication. So here’s to you, ladies. Keep it up and don’t worry about the scale, society, or idiots in general.

So much love,







Cambodia: Leaning In

Since today’s a busy one, I’m sharing a story I wrote for Lean In – an awesome organization and worldwide community dedicated to encouraging and empowering women. Spearheaded by Facebook chief operating officer Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In features stories of strong women taking risks, switching careers, making moves and succeeding by ‘leaning in’ to their dreams, instincts, and ambitions. My story is about my study abroad trip to Phnom Penh, Cambodia, where I taught English to impoverished orphans and learned more about myself and the world than I ever though possible. Follow the link to read my contribution !