As I sit to write this, sweat is dripping from every crevice of my body. Not to gross you out, but I want you to feel the rawness of this moment because emotions are running high.

This morning I hopped on my Peloton, just three weeks shy of a full 52-week streak. Normally, I listen to audiobooks or podcasts, sometimes following an instructor, sometimes riding solo through Australia.

But today, I went down a different path. I hit play on my top 25 most-played songs in iTunes, and what followed was nothing short of an emotional journey.

Music is powerful. It has this way of sneaking into your soul, connecting moments to songs. It pulls you back to places and feelings you thought you’d long forgotten.

Take “Halo” by Beyonce. When it came on, I was immediately overwhelmed with gratitude for my boys.

Then there was “The Cave” by Mumford and Sons, when I know it’s time to make hard decisions. And oh, “Let’s Hurt Tonight” — a painfully perfect anthem for when my husband and I aren’t exactly on the same page and buttons are being pushed more than usual.

Then there’s “Sit Still, Look Pretty” by Daya, which is my unapologetic theme song even as a married woman. It’s a reminder to own who I am and never dim my light.

And don’t get me started on “Just a Girl” by No Doubt. Every time I hear it, I’m transported back to the dusty red roads of Arizona, driving around Camelback Mountain on my way to the airport to pick up my dad.

I can still feel the sun on my skin and the anticipation in my heart.

Music can also heal. After my father passed away, my brother made a mixtape of songs that reminded him of our dad. That simple act of love and connection shifted the way I remember my father.

Now, those songs bring a smile to my face, not just because they remind me of my dad, but because they remind me of my brother’s big, beautiful heart.

The magic of music is that it always finds you at the right time, whether you’re seeking it or not.

I think back to when I was 12, scribbling in a notebook about how a song made me feel. Decades later, the feeling hasn’t faded. It’s why I still turn to music to process life.

I’m not the music snob my husband is (he has Clapton, Goose and Phish in his top rotation). But that doesn’t make my picks any less meaningful. He doesn’t know it — well, he will now — but Coldplay’s “Something Just Like This” is my song for him. It’s everything I feel but don’t always say.

So, here’s my question to you: What are the songs that have shaped you? What memories do they hold? I’d love to hear your stories, your soundtracks of life.

And yes, I even have my funeral song picked out. No, I’m not sharing it publicly because I don’t want it to lose its charm. But if you email me, I might just let you in on the secret.

Music connects us to ourselves, to others, and to the moments that make up our lives. What’s on your playlist, and what does it say about you?

So while at one point this week I was going to write an article about the holidays, this morning’s ride made me take a different route. After all, I’m not one to stick with the status quo.

Mother, author, entrepreneur and founder of Dandelion-Inc, Lisa Resnick wants to hear your story. Share memories with her by emailing lisa@dandelion-inc.com.