Oh the dreaded 30th birthday! Fortunately, my hair didn't turn white over night. My bones didn't wither away, and my skin still had a remarkable amount of elasticity when I woke up this morning. Turns out, it's just a number after all.
This time last year, I thought of the best way to experience the last time I would ever turn 20-anything. I was already in Hawaii to show at a gallery in Lahaina, and I wasn't about to let my 20's go out on a low note. I spent the first day of 29 hiking the East Maui Mountains, making photos, and soaking up every ounce of awesomeness my favorite Hawaiian island had to offer.
This year, I decided to take a different route. Sure, I could've bounced up to the mountains and hiked it up. I could've hit the road on a customary Heath-style trip out west. I guess I could've done whatever I wanted. That's what birthdays are all about!
I wasn't feeling it this year. If there was ever a time for a humble birthday, 30 was it for me. I spent the last week working on the new studio, shooting the coolest, most unexpected shoot ever, and spending time with friends and family. It's been a great week. The transition to 30 was as smooth as a lizard on ice.
So next week I'll probably climb a mountain or jump out of an airplane. Laid-back is overrated.
Keep calm and turn 30, kids of '84.