Sisters Doing it for Themselves

For so long, I have daydreamed of being rescued by my prince charming. Now when I say 'rescued' I'm not implying that my life is inundated with tragedy and misfortune but rather it is just missing that special something. I have longed for someone who is fun and exciting, who has a car to drive me around town and the cash to take me on lovely holidays. Someone who will spoil me, pamper me and place me on a pedestal.

So after waiting quite some time (more than a few years) I have come to a shocking revelation; this guy is running late; very late. So late in fact that I fear he may never come at all. And that was when I had my epiphany. It was time to take control of my life and snap my future into action. Why wait for some guy to fulfil my needs? I could do it myself and I could do a much better job at that.

I quickly dashed over to my MacBook, and in a bid to retain my newfound inspiration I blasted Destiny's Child/Independent Woman from itunes. Listening to those deep and meaningful lyrics, I reflected on my own life and what I could do for myself. The first thing that sprung to mind was my career. It was time to put a halt to the wishy-washy ideas of 'Oh I wouldn't mind living in Brazil for a year.' Those fantasies didn't factor in with my lucrative new plans. It was then that I decided to finally set my feet in concrete, firmly planting myself in the corporate world where there was money to be made and cash to flash. This would give me the opportunity to start working hard for that lovely new pad I had envisioned. A chic apartment stocked with gourmet delights, ready to host a dinner party a moment's notice.

Then there was my next hurdle, my driver's license. I've never experienced the freedom of being able to grab my keys, get in a car and just drive myself wherever I please. Of course I've been a backseat driver before, but that can only take you so far until you're told to buckle up and shoosh up. I imagined myself cruising around in a lovely little jeep, wind blowing in my hair with Flock Of Seagulls/I ran pumping through the speakers with me singing along, 'I never thought, I'd meet a girl like you, meet a girl like youuuuu!'
Yes, I could definitely see this happening, I thought excitedly as I decided it was time to prep my vocal chords, go for those P plates and mark my legacy on the roads of Sydney.

So with careers and cars down pat, the next thing to consider was a lovely, luscious holiday in the sun. Thailand it was. This would be my metamorphosis holiday. I would leave Sydney feeling full of hope and looking a little pasty and return bronzed, confident and full of direction. A week of cocktails, leisure and pleasure was just the thing I needed before I embarked on my new journey as a driven, successful, young woman, who was not afraid to look life in the eye and command the respect and attention I deserved.

Everything was going to change; I could feel it in my bones. I would be taking myself on shopping sprees without some guy looking over my shoulder and commenting on the price tags. I would go out for dinners at The Shangri-La without having to fend off the advances of some expectant moron who I mistook for a gentleman. I would drive myself and my girlfriends to wherever we needed to go and once we were out; we didn't need to pay any attention to the table of men trying to catch our eye; drinks would be on me! Hell, I'll even send a few to the poor buggers who were so puzzled as to why we wouldn't even glance in their direction.

And then if I were to meet anyone special, my question would be; what can you do for me? Because you see, I'm buying my own diamonds (although secretly I prefer my colourful, plastic, novelty accessories.) No more sitting around and willing dreams to appear out of thin air, I'm going to be on such a high that they will all wonder whether or not I'm secretly sniffing glue under my desk.

So armed with my big, black A4 diary, filled with to-do lists that are swiftly ticked off each day; I brace myself for my wonderful and unstoppable future as an independent woman! The world truly is, my oyster.