Likewise, I’m probably too old for shopping trips to Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch, although I’ve sometimes found items I’d wear from those stores. You never know what you can find if you root around. I’m definitely not too old for mini-skirts. Every once in a while, I’ll take out my leather mini and wear it to work. Some things may be going south, but my legs are still thin. Speaking of leather, I’m not too old for leather pants, and still get compliments when I wear them. Of course, I bought them at Victoria’s Secret.

I wasn't too old to start writing again. I thought I was, but I was wrong. Writing is one exception to the rule of “if you don’t use it, you lose it.” You can fall off that bicycle, but it’s easier to ride with experience under your belt. I’m not too old to hoist rocks in my garden, although these days the pain of the aftermath may take days and not hours to lessen. It would be easier to have the “professionals” take care of my yard, but there’s a certain satisfaction I get from digging my own dirt and mowing my own lawn.

I don’t think I’m too old to make friends. I’ve made plenty in the last couple of years, mostly from my online collaborations. I’m not too old to take up a new hobby. Three years ago, I started studying the violin. It was always a dream of mine to play, and I never had the time to devote to an instrument until my oldest went off to college. Since he was taking his piano music, I thought I’d fill the house with the sounds (screeching) of strings. I’m still struggling with it, but I haven’t given up.

I will admit I may be too old for rollerblading. When my kids were younger they loved to skate, so I took it up just to keep them company - that is, until one day when I fell hard on my ass. I then decided I wasn’t the skating type. Come to think of it, I felt that way after taking up snow skiing with them. I had a minor collision on the bunny slope which resulted in a concussion, and that ended my skiing career. Of course, I was never much of a physical athlete. I was in my late 40s when I took up golf, which is more finesse than muscle - a game that calls to me.

I firmly believe I’m not too old to start over. I'm talking a life changing renewal. I keep thinking that in this fickle economy, starting over may be a necessity, not a luxury.

When people start to think of themselves as “too old” for anything and everything, it might be time for them to think they are old enough to die.

At this point, I’m not “too old” for anything. I'm too young to die.