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Hello and Happy September! I hope y’all are having the best week! I’m writing to you today from the other side of a well-deserved reset. If you follow me on social media, you may have caught a flash of me living my best life across Europe for two weeks straight. If you didn’t notice, well… that was by design and the whole point of today’s newsletter.

For years, taking real time off felt impossible for me. Every vacation came with a phone that would not stop ringing and a business that seemed to fall apart the second I set foot outside of Atlanta. So today I want to pull back the curtain on what actually changed, meaning the team I built, the systems I put in place, and the technology that finally let me step away without everything falling apart behind me. If you’ve ever felt chained to your business, I promise you, there’s a way out, and I’m about to share exactly how I found mine.

STORYTIME WITH GLENNDA

I Was in Europe for Two Weeks and Nobody Even Noticed (That’s a GOOD Thing)

Sit down, because I’ve got to tell y’all something wild. I just spent two full weeks in Europe, but that’s not the story. The story is, unless you know me personally, or unless you happened to catch a photo of me elbow-deep in feta, you’d have had absolutely no idea I was gone. Why? Because my social media kept humming along. My clients kept getting their emails right on schedule. The Diamond Squad was back at home, closing deals and handling showings and getting signs in yards like I never left the building. The whole two weeks were seamless and smooth.

I promise it wasn’t always like this. Now, I want to take us back, because y’all have to understand the “before” to fully appreciate the “after.”

The Way It Used to Be

Back before I had a team, a system, and proper technology, every single vacation I took came with a built-in guarantee that something would blow it up. I have two war stories I tell all the time. In retrospect, they make me laugh, but it was anything but funny back when I was living them.

Story number one: I’m at Fripp Island in South Carolina. I’d just gotten got there on Friday night. (I’m not even sure I’d unpacked my toiletries yet.) Prior to leaving, I’d been showing new construction to a client relocating to Atlanta. His guy had a big family with four kids, so he needed a house with plenty of bedrooms because he was not about to hear them squabble if they had to share. I showed him every five-bedroom option available.

Well, he found out through the on-site agent in the new development that there was another house he hadn’t seen. This one was a four-bedroom, which is exactly why I didn’t show it to him

And yet.

And yet that man had the audacity to be furious that nobody showed it to him, never mind that it didn’t even fit what he needed. He called me that Friday night and demanded that I drive back to Atlanta, fly his wife in from Dallas on my dime, pick her up from the airport on Sunday, show her the one house, and take her right back.

I would like to tell y’all I instructed him to pound sand. But that’s not what happened. I actually did it. I left my vacation and cried the whole way there and the whole way back. I also paid for his damn wife to fly in from Dallas.

“Glennda, that’s nuts.”

Yes, I am well aware, but I did it because I did not have a team and I did not have a system, so it felt like my only choice. It should surprise no one that they didn’t buy this home because it didn’t have enough bedrooms. Heavy sigh. At least they did buy a five-bedroom house from me, so it wasn’t a total wash.

Story number two happened at the Ritz-Carlton on Amelia Island. Oh, this one’s a doozy. I’d listed a house in Smyrna for a seller who was an attorney. (This was a referral from a friend.) While I was on vacation with my kids, this man blew up my phone nonstop demanding I get his house on the market immediately. So, there I was, talking calls and texts while I was at the beach trying to be present with my family. The whole time my ex was chirping in my ear, “This is crazy,” which was not helpful, either.

Again, I felt like I didn’t have a choice, because that’s what you do when you don’t have systems in place—YOU become the system. Spoiler alert: the system never clocks out.

I got his house listed and we received a good offer, which was key because time was such a factor to this guy. I called him… no reply. I texted him… no reply. I started to get worried—was he okay? When I finally connected with him to share the good news, he said, “Glennda, I am on vacation and this will have to wait.”

OH, MY STARS.

The same man who refused to allow me a single peaceful moment of my own vacation would not extend me the same courtesy. Because he couldn’t answer the buyer in a timely manner, they bought another home. And do you know what I did? I went right over to his house, I yanked my sign, slipped his key under the door, and I went home and pulled the listing off MLS altogether.

Yeah, that one still gets me.

What Changed

The biggest thing I ever did for my business, and for my sanity, was building a real team. Elizabeth came on board when I was pregnant with my son Lucas, specifically so I could actually take time off and be present for that season of my life. Having people in place is the foundation, but the systems are what actually let those people do their jobs without everything running through me every single time. A lot of that comes down to technology. Before I left for Europe, I scheduled everything. Every social media post, every client email, all of it was set up in advance and triggered by actions.

What I mean is, when a house goes under contract, the right email fires off automatically, no matter where I’m standing on the globe. Claude and Cowork have made this even easier, honestly, because now so much of the day-to-day operational work can just run itself once the systems are built. The sign gets handled by the sign people. The photographer handles the lockbox. Listings are entered into MLS without me lifting a finger. Every piece of the transaction has a person and a process attached to it, and none of those pieces require me to personally step away from the baklava to babysit them.

Somebody asked me recently if giving all this up was hard, if I had to let go of control I used to hold onto tightly. Honestly? No, probably because I never had that gene to begin with. I love delegating. I love watching people who are good at their jobs be good at their jobs, and I get out of their way and let them do it. That mindset shift matters just as much as the technology does.

The Takeaway

Here’s what I want you to walk away with. Time off is not a luxury you earn once you’ve made it. Understand this, down time is a requirement for building something sustainable in the first place. If your business falls apart every time you step away from it, you don’t have a business, you have a job that owns you.

The fix is not working harder or being available every minute of every day. So my advice is to build the team and the systems now, before you need them, so that when you finally do walk away for two weeks, you can. You can get on that plane with complete confidence that your clients are taken care of, your marketing keeps moving, and you come home to a business that grew while you were gone instead of one that fell apart.

Start small if you need to. Automate one thing. Delegate one task you’ve been white-knuckling for years. Find your Elizabeth and build from there.

Because trust me, there’s nothing sweeter than returning from vacation and realizing nobody even knew you left.

Today’s Words of Wisdom

GLENNDA BAKER & ASSOCIATES

A Five-Bedroom Throwback

This week, I want to share one of my favorite five-bedrooms I ever sold. This throwback listing takes us to 327 Nelson St. NW in Marietta. Oh, my stars, this is one of those properties that still comes up in conversation years later.

Set on nearly two and a half acres just off the Marietta Square, this custom-built modern farmhouse from Atlanta builder Roger Caldwell had it all—I’m talking wood beams and brick accents, a gourmet kitchen with a hidden caterer’s kitchen for the big events (!!), and an outdoor living setup with a pool, spa, fire pit, and outdoor kitchen that made me never want to go back inside.

The primary suite alone had a two-story (!!) closet and spa-style bath. Add in a finished terrace level built for multi-generational living and enough acreage for a batting cage or putting green, and this was a property that felt more like a retreat than a residence. This is the kind of home that reminds me why I love this job, gorgeous, thoughtfully designed, and minutes from everything Marietta has to offer.