Everyone lines up for the shot on Devils Bridge—one by one, inching out onto the red rock, pretending not to care about the drop. I waited my turn, rehearsing a smile that wouldn’t look forced. The wind was louder than I expected. My hands shook. I thought about how many versions of myself I’d tried to leave behind on trips like this, hoping the view would make me braver, or at least quieter inside. I have the photo. I never posted it. It looks like proof I was fearless, but it’s just another angle of me trying to believe it. #Travel #TravelConfessions #SedonaStories