Here's the thing: Writing in my journal -- in fact, writing of any kind -- is often the MOST restorative when it's absolutely the last thing I want to do. And on a day like today, it's pretty much the last thing I want to do. Still, I know that if I do a few deliberate, easy things, I'm guaranteed to feel better, if even just a little bit. 

I strongly believe in the power of writing as therapy. On my darkest days, if I can make myself sit down with pen and paper for twenty minutes, I know I'll feel better, more centered and light, at the end of it. Still, I think many of us avoid this type of writing; it can feel a little self-indulgent and pointless at times; what are we actually accomplishing? Is journal writing just a glorified version of naval-gazing? Shouldn't we be getting on with our lives? 

Music is like that (maybe especially when paired with wine); if it has spoken to you once, it likely will again. It's one of the easiest, quickest ways to access joy. And, if the songs and the singer fit that rare form of timelessness, then the power of the music becomes limitless, it will always take you back when; it will always deliver you closer to your soul, the way it did the first time.