My 30th

i’ve never been one for self gratifying birthday posts, but i’ve found myself staring at this container of basil in my fridge expiring on my 30th birthday. it felt like a chunking express expiration date, the end of all of my aspirations. the past few years i’ve been working on detaching from goals and acting on every whim; shooting stories that fulfill me & i feel deep in my bones i have to shoot (like these dumb photos of me with said basil). i’ve been reading (!!!), laying in the sun with ray and howdy, allowing myself time off, etc. all of this to say, i’ve come to terms with the fact that deadlines in life are stupid but feeling good is not, the basil may be expiring but i’m just beginning