I can remember a specific conversation from high school where some friends and I, then, maybe 15 years old, talked about what we thought our life would look like at 25 years old. You know how some memories seem so crystal clear? I actually, vividly remember my answer. I remember where I was sitting when we had this conversation and how ambitious and confident I felt about what I was going to accomplish in the next ten years. "I will be running a company - like be the lady in charge in a tailored black suit and heels, my hair will be nicely done. I'll be married, have two kids and own my first home." Maybe like an Olivia Pope meets June Cleaver sort of thing but with more Restoration Hardware/West Elm sort of taste, tracking with me? I actually don't think I knew a twenty five year-old person who had necessarily accomplished those things, but it seemed do-able. A "what are we doing?" conversation seems to be a recurring between Hugh and I lately and I...