Too Old for This

I like old things
Things that go slow
Antiques and such
So you know what I know
I'm an old soul
That's the way I like to go
I'm thankful for the bumps, yeah
I like to feel the road

These lyrics occurred to me as I read Dominique Browning's "I'm Too Old for This." Browning is in her 60s (I think) and she exquisitely describes all the things she is letting go of, all that she chooses to embrace (I couldn't bear to cut and paste this piece. Read it whole.) 

In my quest for self-discovery, I had realized some time ago I am an "old soul." And there are moments when I think, "I'm too old for this." Too old to be insecure in a crowded room by myself. Too old to care what someone else thinks of me. Too old to think that under the ageless sun, there is such a thing as "new." 

Why must I wait until my 60s to think I'm too old for this?

Confidence, you know you want it all
Believe in yourself
Even after the fall
I wish I knew that one
A long long time

Confidence, you know you want it all
Believe in yourself
Even after the fall
I wish I knew that one
A long long time tell you all how