[success]Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought. ~ Napoleon Hill[/success] Grandma used to say life is an inside job, hen.  It wasn’t that she thought I was about to turn into a feathery fowl…hen is a Scottish expression…a general term of endearment.  Oh, and while I’m explaining things… she didn’t exactly use those words  life is an inside job…that’s just how I remember it. Typical kid,  it went in one ear and out the other.  Today, of course, I wish I’d paid more attention to her.  Today I see what a wise woman she was.  Yesteryear, not so much. Grandma was big on praise, long on love and short on criticism.  Grandma was incredible, and if only I’d been practicing what she preached not only might I be a wiser woman, but I might even be incredibly fabulous my own self. A girl…