Turned 25 Alone on Scotland's Edge

My birthday plan was simple: hike Skye's cliffs, take photos, feel accomplished. What actually happened: I stood there for an hour in sideways rain, completely soaked, laughing at how ridiculous I looked. No one to share the moment with. No one to take the perfect shot. And for the first time in years, that felt exactly right. The wind stripped away every expectation I'd carried about what turning 25 should look like. No dinner reservations. No group selfies. Just me, the Old Man of Storr, and the strangest sense of peace I'd ever felt. Sometimes the best birthdays aren't about celebration. They're about finally being okay with your own company. 🌧️ #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #BirthdayReflections