I’m a firm believer in music therapy, whether you want to call it that or not. The soundtrack of my life, of my day, changes constantly…not only the songs, but also the genres, are more appropriate in some situations than others. Just think: the music you blast on a warm summer day in your convertible while riding around with friends is very different than the durges you place on repeat while lamenting your last boyfriend.

For me, though, it’s often the lyrics that somehow weave their way into my head with a resounding reverberance to remind me of what I already know. Like a subtle nudge from the angel (or devil, at times) on your shoulder, I can be contemplating a decision and find that the answer is in the next line of the song I’m listening to.

I’m listening.