So, I was having kind of a shitty day last week. Signing divorce papers tends to have that effect on you. In any case, I was a bit sulky and, in all honesty, having a bit of a pity party.

As I was walking back to my car, I heard a voice.

I know what some of you are thinking:

Was this some kind of profound spiritual experience? What did the voice say? Where did it come from?

I will tell you exactly what the voice said:

“I wish I was a little bit taller.”

I’m sure your reaction is the same as mine: that’s odd! Why would the voice say that? But wait!

There’s more:

“I wish I was a baller.”

Oh.

“I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her.”

Oh yeah.

“I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a 64 impala”

This was the voice of a tall skinny dude riding his bike with no hands while he rapped the immortal words of the hit song “I Wish” by Skee-Lo. He rode past me, down the street, and into the sunset.

Was it profound?

No.

Did it brighten my day?

Absolutely!

I couldn’t help laughing, and I thought to myself: If that guy is so happy just riding his bike and singing (badly), then I better get my act together.

So, I turned my day around. I put on “I wish” in the car. I even considered peeling out.

Unasked-for Life Lesson Time

I’m a dad. A NinjaDad. And I’m a teacher. I give advice. If you didn’t ask for it, then you should have thought twice before getting anywhere near me.

Things don’t always go right. Sometimes, when I’m frustrated, I’ll listen to aggressive music. I feel a little indulgent as I vent.

Other times, like when I’m grabbing a beer with a couple friends, I’ll listen to lighthearted tunes. A little upbeat fun never hurt anyone.

And when I’m feeling down, I play that somber stuff.

You know how it is. This is all pretty basic, Mood Music 101 shit.

But the dork on the bike jamming to Skee-Lo made me think: can you choose your mood the way you choose your music? Can the music you listen to change your mood for the better?

Okay, I’m no scientist. I’m definitely not a therapist (though I play one for my kids). I’m sure the answer is complicated, and it’s probably different for everyone.

Still.

My choice to react with joy when I heard a stranger sing a classic wasn’t exactly easy. I could just as easily have decided that his jams didn’t fit my mood, and it could have soured my day even further. Instead, I shrugged, smiled, and queued up the very same song in my car.

I’m glad I did.

Question:

What is the one song you love that you don’t want to tell anyone that you love? Any Beliebers out there? Own up!

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