She Touched Me

My well established comfort zone does not include people I don’t know touching me.  For that matter it doesn’t include some of the people I do know touching me.  There’s always that don’t touch me comfort zone that is a safeguard from that which I do not trust.

Today I had a bit of an experience.

I walked in to a store to look for something to hang around my neck.   Not a noose.  But something to hang around my neck like a lanyard. I don’t normally walk in to a store and ask for something because I don’t want someone telling me what I want.  I go in, look, don’t see and leave.   Or see what I need, get it, go.

Today I walked in and the little shop was packed full of interesting things.  I like things.  Intriguing things.  She was in there.    I don’t remember what she said.  But she spoke to me and I looked up.  And there she was.  Her hair was softly swept up, or back, or something.  I know nothing about hair style so whatever it was, it was.  And her face smiled at me.  I can’t remember if she actually smiled.  But her face was a smile.   I told her I was looking for a lanyard instead of giving my usual smile and “no thanks I’m just looking”.   She said she had a really cute one.   I said something to the effect of “I don’t really do cute”.   I was following her.   She turned with her smiling face.

She reached out.

And her hand landed on my wrist.  Patted.

Cool touch.

A very comforting touch.

And she said “oh you can do cute and surprise everyone”.

What about that touch.

And that smiling face.

Was different?

I can’t explain it.   But I know what it was.

It was safe.

My comfort zone hasn’t changed.

My trust levels haven’t changed.

I just received confirmation though, to something I have always believed.   Even when I didn’t trust anyone because I didn’t know what was safe to trust.  But even when I didn’t know what was safe, or where safety was.   I knew it existed.  I knew because I saw others who were comfortable and safe and trusting.   I knew it existed.     And though I learned this, discovered this long before today-today I received validation.   And a surprise validation.

She touched me.

It was safe.

And it was appreciated.

My well established comfort zone does have room for….her.  And I learn even more trust exists.

She touched me.  And it was okay.

I was okay.

18 thoughts on “She Touched Me

  1. You have such way with words, opening your story, layer by layer, like tissue paper in a gift box, tantalizing, teasing till you get to the bottom. I enjoy your writing, Colleen. I thank Paulette for pointing me here.

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    • Thank you so much!!!! And thank Paulette (LOVE HER) for connecting us. What a wonderful way for our worlds to expand. You are my favorite today! I am ending my already great day on a very happy note with your kind words. 🙂

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  2. Great post! We live, we have experiences that shape us, then we live some more and have new experiences that reshape us even if just a tiny bit. I felt that touch through your words here.

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    • Wow! Thank you LittleMissWordy. I am so excited when I manage to put words together well enough that someone feels something. Thank you so much for saying that. And yes, I am constantly reshaping. It is wonderful!

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  3. Nice one …. I learned many years ago that a touch say so much more than words, we was on a customer service course … and they had done tests with passengers checking in at airports … one girl talked very friendly with the customers and one didn’t say a word but slightly touched the passengers hand, smiled and looked them in their eyes when returning the boarding cards – everybody said that the girl that didn’t say a word was the most pleasant one. So glad that you had a positive experience today and that you didn’t feel uncomfortable when it happens. I’m personal a very touchy person …

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  4. I guess we all change and grow. I think you are more in tune with yourself than most people though. The other day, I was talking to a stranger at my yard sale and something came up in the conversation and I told her I was shy. She looked at me and said, “You’re shy???” (apparently seeing as I had been yapping it up with everyone I didn’t come off as shy). I was painfully shy as a small child and have always considered myself shy but maybe I’m not anymore….maybe little things have occurred throughout my life that have made me a bit more outgoing and I just never realized it.

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    • I am more comfortable being shy. I ‘make’ myself be and do in social settings. But there is no comfort there. Maybe you are more outgoing, but find more comfort in the shy ways. ? Either way, you’re wonderful. 🙂

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