A Trixie Unfiltered Reflection on Why You Deserve to Get in the Car and Go
Listen, babe—sometimes the best kind of healing doesn’t come from a retreat in Bali or a five-star spa with cucumber water and strangers touching your face.
Sometimes, it comes from a good old-fashioned road trip.
And no, I’m not talking about a carefully curated influencer moment with matching luggage and a three-day itinerary. I mean the kind of road trip where you grab a hoodie, a bag of chips, a fully charged phone, and hit the highway with absolutely no expectations—just freedom and maybe a questionable motel reservation waiting on the other end.
We all need a break. But here’s the truth:
You don’t have to go far or spend big to feel like yourself again.
Short vacations count. Little escapes matter. You don’t need Paris—you need peace. And peace might just be a two-hour drive and a gas station slushie away.
Because what your soul craves isn’t fancy.
It’s quiet.
It’s space.
It’s laughing until you cry with your best friend in a sketchy diner somewhere that doesn’t serve lattes but does serve clarity with a side of curly fries.
A short getaway is like CPR for your spirit. You come back with new air in your lungs, a lighter heart, and maybe a hilarious story about taking the wrong exit and ending up at a petting zoo (don’t ask).
Healing doesn’t have to be expensive or dramatic.
Sometimes it’s just… unplugging.
Driving without an agenda.
Letting the wind mess up your hair and not caring.
Waving at cows. Screaming Taylor Swift lyrics. Crying over nothing and everything.
Remembering you’re still alive—and that’s enough.
So go.
Book the cheap hotel.
Eat the gas station candy.
Take the dang selfie with the world’s largest fork.
Healing is waiting—and it doesn’t need a passport. Just a playlist and a tank of gas.
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