I found myself reflecting on an undercurrent I’ve been noticing. I see it in my former law students, in junior colleagues, and, truthfully, I catch it in myself sometimes. It’s that quiet panic: the fear that we’re not doing enough, fast enough. That all the furious paddling we do beneath the surface still won’t let us break free of the current washing us away. It’s the anxiety we wake up to, whispering that we’re behind, that we’re not really in the game unless we’re already