We all wonder what might have been if only we had chosen to do otherwise at one point or another in our lives. Perhaps we’d be more courageous or ambitious or less foolish. Or maybe we’d have done more of one thing and less of another. We might have taken more risks in our careers, spent less time chasing men who didn’t serve us best, been more involved in the reality of our dreams, acknowledged our passion, foregone security for the sake of adventure, and examined the possibility of our own possibilities. We are in our thirties, after the seeds have been sewn, after we had the naiveté to be daring, after we became the perception of what a woman should be, before it is perceived as too late. We had guidelines to lead the way, and here we are in fear of becoming our own mothers, waiting for the answers, at risk of losing ourselves. It is a time of critical observation.