Much like eating and swimming or coffee and anything, I discovered a bad combination of things yesterday: organizing your music collection and working on divorce papers.

It’s really tough going through about 25 years worth of music and 20 years of relationship at the same time. Because music has the magical ability to transport us to other times and places, to drag those emotions out of the shadows and make us confront them anew, for better or worse.

Divorce paperwork obviously does the same thing.

What did I learn? That I’ve been through a lot more in life than I tend to remember on the surface. That each of us no doubt has. That while I’m only 38, I’ve got a lifetime of experiences and emotions to draw upon.

To do better with.