What if Prince Charming never comes? What would your life look like then?

That question shifted everything. It forced me to imagine a future that didn’t begin with “once I meet someone…” but with me. Not me as someone waiting to be chosen, but me choosing herself. What would it mean to build a life that wasn’t a placeholder for a partner, but a destination on its own?

At first, I grieved. There’s a certain kind of heartbreak in letting go of the fantasy, the idea that someone would arrive and suddenly life would begin. But once the fog lifted, I started to feel something else: power. A different kind of hope. The kind that didn’t depend on someone showing up, but on me showing up for myself, again and again.

I began asking new questions: What brings me joy? What kind of woman do I want to be when I walk into a room? What do I want my days to feel like? Instead of chasing love, I chased fulfillment. I poured myself into friendships, creativity, travel, and healing. I got serious about building a life that felt like mine, not one I’d have to contort or shrink once someone else entered the picture.

I still want love. That desire never disappeared. But it’s no longer the centerpiece, it’s the garnish, not the whole meal. I know now that even if Prince Charming never knocks on my door, I’ll still dance. Still create. Still laugh too loud. Still build something beautiful. Because the dream didn’t die, it just changed form. And honestly? It looks good on me.

So let me ask you what Robin asked me: If Prince Charming never comes… what kind of life would you build anyway? And what’s stopping you from starting that life today?