The Beauty of Letting Go of Control
There are few things more difficult than watching a plan unravel. I’ve felt it many times in sports, in business, in relationships. The instinct is to tighten, to scramble for control, to force outcomes into alignment. We think if we just hold on a little harder, everything will fall into place. But control is an illusion, and the more we chase it, the further we drift from peace.
I learned this first on the volleyball court. Injuries, unexpected losses, the ache of working toward something only to watch it slip away. It taught me that no matter how much discipline I brought, there were variables I could never touch. Later, in real estate, I felt it again. Deals would fall through, timelines would shift, clients would change their minds. I could pour in endless hours, but still, some outcomes weren’t mine to command.
And when I was preparing to publish my book, the same pattern showed up in a new form. I caught myself trying to engineer every detail, every post, every piece of the launch, every possible outcome. I thought if I mapped it perfectly, nothing would be left to chance. But what I discovered is that the most beautiful moments weren’t the ones I scripted. They were the ones I could never have planned: the people who showed up unexpectedly, the conversations that unfolded naturally, the doors that opened that I didn’t even know existed.
Letting go of control doesn’t mean you stop caring. It doesn’t mean you sit back and watch life pass you by. It means you show up fully, give your best, and then release the rest. You allow outcomes to unfold in their own timing, in their own shape. And in doing so, you realize that life has always been kinder, more creative, and more abundant than your limited vision could imagine.
The beauty of letting go is not that you lose but that you finally gain. You gain freedom from the weight of perfection. You gain trust in something larger than your own plan. You gain a deeper connection to the flow of your own life.
Because when we unclench our fists and let go, our hands are finally open to receive.