Several years ago (never mind how many) when I turned 50, one of the first things I did was to join AARP. My motive was primarily to enjoy the discounts, but I also liked all the information they provided, and of course I was thrilled that at that age I could become one of the “youngest members” of an organization filled with people older than I! Somehow, instead of depressing me, turning fifty unleashed something within me, and I began to think of traveling (with discounts!), learning French, and retiring—not necessarily in that order. Little did I know where this kind of thinking would lead.