Hello, 30. I've been expecting you.

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.