If you’re anything like me, you can’t help it.

You’re driving alone. Or cooking in the kitchen. Or lying on the floor at the end of a long day. A song comes on, and without thinking, you’re in it. Something about it speaks to you in ways nothing else can. You start to sing along—maybe quietly, maybe badly, maybe just a hum.

And suddenly, something shifts.

I blew up a family gathering last month.

It started small — someone did something that felt wrong, unfair, a quiet injustice. I tried to let it go. I told myself, it’s not worth disrupting everyone else’s day. I wanted to stay calm, to keep the peace, to let it slide.

But I couldn’t…