My father taught me how to swim in the shallow waters of Long Island Sound. I tried to relax as he supported my seven-year old frame with two arms. At first, when he slid them away, I crumpled, going under. Eventually though, under his patient tutelage, I learned how to trust the water would buoy me.
Passion, purpose and possibility after 50: does that describe what you're looking for? Well, your timing couldn't be better. Something big is just beginning that will help your quest; how we think about this stage of life is dramatically changing.