Happy Monday. As I step into this week, I find myself standing at the threshold of my fiftieth year. At this midpoint, the mirrors I look into have changed. I’ve stopped looking for who I might become one day and have started a ruthless accounting of who I actually am . My deliberations this morning have centered on a singular, piercing question: Who is my hero? I keep returning to a profound provocation by the Beloved Chariji of Heartfulness, who left us over a decade ago.