There’s something sacred about the open road. The moment I left the noise and neon of Las Vegas behind and set out toward the red cliffs and wide skies of southern Utah, I could feel something shift inside me. I rolled down the windows, turned up my music, and let the landscape begin to work its quiet magic. This was more than a vacation. This was a long-awaited solo pilgrimage—my first ever—and a celebration of self.

Come along with me as I share more about this journey!