I’ve heard some people turn to ice cream, work, or friends. But I’ve always turned to music during the most difficult times of my life.

One such time came as I was finishing up my degree at the University of Utah. As I juggled my last few classes, a full-time job, and a collapsing marriage, I came across Annie Lennox. I’d heard her music before but hadn’t tuned into the lyrics until I heard “A Thin Line Between Love and Hate” while visiting a Graywhale CD store near campus.  

The backdrop is heavy, but the song is laced with Annie’s understated, elegant voice making it approachable. I like the song, but have avoided listening to it for many years because it dredged up memories during a dark period of my life.

She might be holding something in
That’s really gonna hurt you
One of these fine days

Tonight I was updating my playlist and came across the album, Medusa. I added “Waiting in Vain”; my favorite song on the album. I looked through my list until I found A Thin Line Between Love and Hate. You know, to make sure it was still there.

But a strange thing happened. I didn’t skip over it like I have dozens of times before. Instead, I double clicked on the title, turned up the volume, and kicked back with my headphones and closed my eyes.

And for the first time in many years, I heard the instruments and the rhythm along with that piercing voice – even lyrics, without an ounce of regret.

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