Several months ago I was talking with some friends about my impending 30th birthday. We were talking about how we imagined ourselves as 30-year-olds when we were kids and the only way I could think to describe my childhood visions of 30 was by saying, “I always imagined I would be fancy.” This, of course, made everyone laugh, including me. Who else but a 10-year-old envisions adulthood as “fancy”?
Today is my 30th birthday and I am decidedly un-fancy, but I think I’m okay with that. I’ve never been a fancy person and I likely never will be, but what my 10-year-old self did not realize is fanciness is in the eye of the beholder. I am immensely proud of my life, and myself, for all of the things I’ve accomplished before my 30th birthday. I’m married to a wonderful man, have an amazing family, the best friends a girl could ask for, and I own my own business doing what I love more than anything. Does it really get any more fancy than that?
Here’s a little advice for 10-year-old Heidi and dreamers of future-fancy: If all else fails, stick a candle in it. Instant fancy! ;)