Earlier this year, I took a solo birthday trip for the first time, and I turned 35 on top of a mountain looking at views of Peru in the distance.
Though it felt a little counterintuitive, I now recommend a birthday trip alone — not every year, but at least once.
My year had felt very start-and-stop. By April, my birthday was around the corner, and there was no arguing that somehow, to my surprise, I was now undeniably in my mid-30s. I both wanted to pause to celebrate the life I’ve built — the one where I get to live and work from Ecuador — while also taking stock of what may lie ahead.
My mind had been a busy place, buzzing with what-ifs…
