8.27.25 // Hawaii Part IV

This was my fourth time in Hawaii… and by far, my best.
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Historically, Hawaii has been complicated for me. Each visit felt like the ocean itself, waves rising with promises of transformation while I fought desperately to resist. Like being caught in a rip current, past trips left me exhausted, drained from clinging to shore instead of surrendering to the pull.
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This time, I came expecting that rip current. I knew Hawaii would reveal truths whether I wanted them or not. I was nervous, but steady in the knowledge that, like the sunrise each morning, clarity was inevitable.
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So I arrived ready to let the tide take me, to let the wind through the palms sweep my vision clear, and to let the sun melt away my fear.
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And as the sun sets on my final day in Kauai, for the first time, I’m not ready to leave behind the bright colors, salty waters, and shimmering sands. But I understand now—Hawaii was always showing me truth, not enforcing it. What comes next is up to me. Even as my tan fades and my wrinkles deepen, I carry gratitude for this shift: my relationship with Hawaii has changed. I see it now. I get it. And this time, I leave not relieved, but yearning for more.