We’ve been talking about it for months and the moment has finally arrived. Sex and the City is here, and it doesn’t matter how old you are. This is a momentous occasion.

Like a wise older sister, the TV show has given me some sound advice and has led me through some challenging times in my twenties.

It doesn’t matter that the girls were in their thirties and forties. Their tales of elusive men, hard-fought career victories and fabulous friendships never lost their relevance for my friends and me.

But it’s much more than girl power that makes this show special. It’s probably the only movie that my mom and I are equally excited to see. In fact, I know one girl who is going to the movie with a bunch of her friends, her mom and her mom’s friends.

I never thought I’d see the day when we could enjoy sex and our mothers in the same room!

Someone asked me recently what it was about the movie that I was most looking forward to. Was it the commitment between Carrie and Mr. Big? Was it the baby that Charlotte is finally carrying?

It’s none of that, I answered. In truth, I don’t even care about the plot.

To me, the show has always been about becoming a lady with grace. These women – witty Carrie, independent Miranda, vampy Samantha and demure Charlotte – have handled every challenge thrown their way with such honesty and such incredible senses of self.

There were no apologies for their neurotic behaviours, no excuses for their mistakes, no regrets about their decisions.

I think about how many times I’ve gone over the things I’ve done and wished that I’d done them differently, about how many moments I’ve spent agonizing over things without trusting my instincts.

That’s what becoming a fabulous woman is all about. It’s about getting to know yourself and, more importantly, trusting yourself.

Growing up, my parents have always encouraged me to take responsibility for my actions. But it wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I learned that I had no choice but to own each decision that I make.

They haven’t all been right – not by a long shot – but watching these older, wiser women move on from their experiences has made me realize that mine were all decisions worth making.

I’ve come a long way since I first started watching the show.

SATC’s fab four are like the Spice Girls for adults. As a kid, I would always play Baby Spice. As an adult, not much had changed, it seemed, as my friends nicknamed me Charlotte for my prudish ways.

But lately, my friends have said I’ve graduated to a Carrie.

In an article I once read, Carrie was described as the woman who views the world with her eyes wide open, never shutting them no matter how scary it gets. She’s a woman who seeks honesty and truth in each moment of life.

In fact, there’s one quote of hers that I have always felt described me exactly: “I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it,” she said once on the show.

It is what it is, but what a great thing that is.

Being a Carrie is something great to aspire to.

But watching the show, and now the movie, has inspired me to appreciate and accept exactly what it means to be a Sandie.