I drove through Superstition Mountains thinking the desert would shake something loose. The landscape was all jagged gold and impossible sky, the kind of place that makes you believe in omens if you stare long enough. But the only thing that changed was the dust on my dashboard and the ache in my shoulders from hours of silence. I kept waiting for a sign—some cosmic wink that I was on the right path. Instead, I got gas station coffee and a sunset that looked better in photos than it felt in real life. Turns out, the road doesn’t fix you. Sometimes it just gives you space to notice what you’re carrying. #Travel #TravelConfessions #DesertTruths