(Image Details: This is in the piano in my first performance in jazz-to play the train)

How long has you retired now: 11 years.

Questions I no longer ask anymore: I have enough money to take me during the rest of my retirement? How will I fill my time? Should I be more productive? What do people think about when I tell them that I am retired?

Oh, and I never feel guilty of retirement.

In fact, I never think of my life as a “retired life”. It is just a life. For this reason, I have not dotted retirement in all of the past two years. I am no longer thinking about retirement “cases”.

The questions I am thinking about now: Will I really be a great piano player? (Heck, I will really settle for good.) Do I practice the best way to improve my skills? Will I be able to perform without feeling nervous? When will I be very comfortable playing with other people I can listen to other musicians and respond in actual time?

Oh, and will I see another Trump presidency if it comes to that?

But mostly it is the music that consumes me. It is my passion.

In many ways, my life looks now as I did when I was working. I have already woke up early, because now I have a cat and wake up early because she does not know how to serve her breakfast.

I spend hours in the morning on my computer. But instead of working, I check the stock market, read the Wall Street Journal, New York Times and Washington Post. (Well, this is very similar when I was working too, to be completely honest …). I answer e -mail and make my day. Because I should press an exercise, an hour, an hour, two hours (or three) of playing my piano. Because Monday night is a small semester of jazz, and Thursday night is the large jazz group category with my father. On Wednesday is the day of the piano. Tuesday, I have a regular walk and on Friday the normal lunch date.

It is very similar to work, I mean if you love everything you do every minute every day when you work.

As happened a day, we are on the sofa with a cup of wine at 5 pm, watching Anderson Cooper. Relaxed from our day’s activities.

The things I still like to do when I can press them: home paint, gardens, and reading.

The things that I used to love but not much: travel.

The things I used to love but now I go out to test the drive again: blogging.

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(Image Details: This is in the piano in my first performance in jazz-to play the train)

How long has you retired now: 11 years.

Questions I no longer ask anymore: I have enough money to take me during the rest of my retirement? How will I fill my time? Should I be more productive? What do people think about when I tell them that I am retired?

Oh, and I never feel guilty of retirement.

In fact, I never think of my life as a “retired life”. It is just a life. For this reason, I have not dotted retirement in all of the past two years. I am no longer thinking about retirement “cases”.

The questions I am thinking about now: Will I really be a great piano player? (Heck, I will really settle for good.) Do I practice the best way to improve my skills? Will I be able to perform without feeling nervous? When will I be very comfortable playing with other people I can listen to other musicians and respond in actual time?

Oh, and will I see another Trump presidency if it comes to that?

But mostly it is the music that consumes me. It is my passion.

In many ways, my life looks now as I did when I was working. I have already woke up early, because now I have a cat and wake up early because she does not know how to serve her breakfast.

I spend hours in the morning on my computer. But instead of working, I check the stock market, read the Wall Street Journal, New York Times and Washington Post. (Well, this is very similar when I was working too, to be completely honest …). I answer e -mail and make my day. Because I should press an exercise, an hour, an hour, two hours (or three) of playing my piano. Because Monday night is a small semester of jazz, and Thursday night is the large jazz group category with my father. On Wednesday is the day of the piano. Tuesday, I have a regular walk and on Friday the normal lunch date.

It is very similar to work, I mean if you love everything you do every minute every day when you work.

As happened a day, we are on the sofa with a cup of wine at 5 pm, watching Anderson Cooper. Relaxed from our day’s activities.

The things I still like to do when I can press them: home paint, gardens, and reading.

The things that I used to love but not much: travel.

The things I used to love but now I go out to test the drive again: blogging.

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A postcard from retirement

Are any of you still there?

How did I have time to work?