The Hidden Cost of Chasing Approval Over Building Social Equity The answer often lies in where we focus our energy: Are we seeking approval, or are we cultivating authentic social equity?

So, how does the idea of legacy actually show up in our daily lives? One word: social capital. Whether we admit it or not, we all care about what others think of us. It’s not vanity—it’s hardwired. Social capital is the currency of human connection. It’s how people think and talk about us, both when we’re present and when we’re not. And it matters.

When you hear the word legacy, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? For many of us, it’s the big names in history—Barack Obama, Nelson Mandela, Georgia O’Keeffe, Toni Morrison. You probably have your own list of influential people, even if it looks different from mine. We tend to associate leaving a legacy with public figures or people we admire, but here’s the truth: legacy isn’t reserved for the famous

Today is a personal story; maybe even some hot goss you secretly love to consume. The topic: relationships. Now, as some of you may know to some greater or lesser extent, I’m a never married, no kids, single. Single for a long time– not for not trying, but not with much success. And this week (as I’m writing this) was no exception.

I don’t know many of us who lament not being in our 20s anymore. It’s a time of starting – you lack experience, you’re high on ideals, you don’t have the creature comforts afforded by an established career, everything is a “first time” experience. And it’s F*ing HARD. But what those youthful years once afforded was a sense of potential, the possibility of making a difference, becoming part of something greater than ourselves.

You’re feeling it again, aren’t you? That restless, gritty, discontented itch that whispers from deep within your nervous system. The one that tells you this professional dream you were sold on the road to adulthood might actually be a bill of goods. You’re not alone. So many mid-career professionals find themselves feeling stuck here—rolling through the motions of “life-ing” because… well, what else are you supposed to do? You’ve got bills to pay, creature comforts to mainta