When my Grandmother was still alive she used to worry about my goal setting. She'd tell me that my goals were too high and that she feared that I'd always end up heartbroken if I didn't achieve them. This was often related to my educational or career goals. As in, I wanted to go to medical school and when I fell way short of that goal, applied to law school and was rejected by all seven schools. (I got the last letter on the way to visit Grandma in the hospital after her second open heart surgery and chose that moment to break it to my parents that I was moving in with Hubby after the semester was over. Go Big or Go Home.) She didn't mean to cut me down with this concern. My Grandmother was from a different era. Women could be successful but only so far as it allowed them to still be mothers and support their husbands. She always worked and ran several successful businesses but her focus was her family. So I did what anyone would do. I ignored her advice to shoo...