There's nothing like looking at a piece of music you played years ago. It brings back memories of how much you enjoyed the piece and how satisfying it was to bring it to life.
There's another aspect of nostalgia, however, that astonishes me now. Looking at some of the pieces I played now, I sometimes think, "I actually played this? Really? I somehow mastered all of these shifts and these key changes at this rapid tempo? Did I have a bionic arm that I've forgotten about?"
I don't know that I could play a lot of the pieces I somehow pulled off decades ago. It's comforting, however, to remember that I could once play them and can still enjoy listening to them.
Many former athletes can relate to this feeling, I imagine.
