Glow!

#129: Musings of Ate Glow

“You looked different when I saw you yesterday.”
“What do you mean?”
(Me thinking about the cheongsam-cut top I was wearing. Nothing special.)
“Like something’s making you glow.”
(I scoured my head again for what could possibly be causing the “glow.” Maybe he means glower. But the requirement was submitted already so I couldn’t possibly still be glowering. Maybe it’s getting that report that’s making me glow. Uh. Yeah. Right.)
“When was this again?”
“Yesterday, I passed by as you were meeting with some people in the conference room. There was something different about you. Good different. Beautiful different.”
“Uhm. Okay. (Weird. Maybe it’s the eyebrows.) Wait, we’re talking about how to unlock my computer. When are you going to fix this?”

And so went my exchange with our technical helpdesk. I checked the screen again to make sure I didn’t dial some LoveNotes hotline. I checked a shiny surface to see the glow he was talking about. Can’t see it. But I have nice hair today so that should count for something. I think it’s because I’ve started using conditioner on my hair.

Maybe it’s going through all of my photos over the weekend and seeing that so far, I’ve lived a colorful life showered with God’s grace and enriched by good friends. 3 bulky bags and 2 large boxes of memories make for 1 big fat smile.

Maybe it’s the 2 CDs I received from an acquaintance. I’ve been looking for them for several months already and it took a semi-stranger to find them for me in a heartbeat.

Maybe it’s this little doll someone handed me yesterday – a little Tigger won from some video arcade. I asked him what the story behind it was. I’d feel horrible if some girl gave it to him and he’s giving it to me now. Like this poem a girl gave a friend of mine a long time ago… which he ended up giving to me. Ack.

Maybe it’s because I’ve started singing again. Last week, I just realized that I no longer sing in the shower. I just stare at the bathroom tiles and go over my to-do list while wrestling with bubbles in my hair. What made me take note of this absence was the presence of my mom’s singing. It took me by surprise. She doesn’t really sing so I guess her heart must be happy now. Or that’s her way of making her heart happy.

If that’s the case, then that’s probably why I’ve started singing like crazy inside my car. In my office too. I’m making my heart happy. Or maybe it is already happy and I’m just glowing at the discovery.