Maui greeted me differently than anywhere else I'd been. The air was soft and warm, and everything seemed to move at a gentler pace.
From the moment I stepped off the plane, my shoulders dropped about two inches. My curls immediately declared independence from any styling plan I'd brought with me, and I decided to stop fighting them. I was beginning to appreciate the pleasure of letting things be.
What a Small Wellness Resort Actually Feels Like
I'd chosen a small resort tucked into the trees. Intentional, thoughtful, and refreshingly unpretentious. An old-fashioned key instead of a card that never works on the first try. Soaps scented with plumeria. A bed that passed its nap-worthiness test with honors.
Each morning began with papaya, tea, and silence. Papaya so bright it deserved its own filter. Tea that tasted like an exhale. Silence that felt full rather than empty: birdsong, rustling palms, and the occasional question of whether that was my stomach or the geckos.
The Road to Hana and the Beauty of Being a Little Carsick
I drove the Road to Hana because you do. They tell you it's about the journey, not the destination, which is true unless your stomach disagrees. Breathtaking waterfalls, lush forests, roughly six thousand curves. By the end I had one hand on the wheel and the other on my ginger chews, alternating between awe and please let this be the last curve. I would do it again. Some beauty is worth being a little carsick for.
Permission to Want Things Again
By this point in the sabbatical, I'd spent time learning how to rest, let go, and trust myself. Maui brought something I hadn't expected: the desire to explore what made me happy. I wanted to seek out experiences, try things simply because they interested me, and enjoy the freedom I'd created.
I joined yoga in a yurt because I wanted to. I journaled on a wooden deck because it felt good. At a candlelit writing circle, the prompt was write about where you feel most yourself, and what came out surprised me. I was craving a rhythm where drive and stillness could coexist, where ambition didn't have to mean sacrificing myself to get somewhere.
I caught myself thinking about my career without dread for the first time in longer than I could remember. What it might look like if I built it differently. The possibility of being ambitious again, while making room for everything else that mattered to me.
A Café That Knew My Order and a Ukulele I Could Not Play
A small café in Paia became my unofficial second home. After a few visits, the staff started greeting me with the subtle nod of café royalty. Same order, right? There was something lovely about being recognized in a place where I was just another person stopping in for breakfast.
I also bought a cheap ukulele. Did I master it? Not even close. But I enjoyed fumbling through three chords and laughing at myself. I didn't need to be particularly good at something to have fun doing it.
Leaving Lighter
By the end, my body felt looser, more at home in itself. My thoughts had slowed, and I felt more comfortable with the uncertainty of what came next.
On my last evening, I sat in the garden and whispered, I will miss this place. I packed small things to take home: local honey, handmade soap, a tiny turtle carving. I noticed how little of what I'd brought I'd actually needed. Two sundresses, a swimsuit, and bare feet had been plenty.
As the plane lifted off, I pressed my forehead to the window and thought about what came next. With curiosity, and a growing sense of possibility.