tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509618966426341576.post602877513093185386..comments2024-03-18T13:18:15.743-07:00Comments on Joyce Wycoff: Inching into wonderland: That Bolting FeelingJoyce Wycoffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03742084748092724299noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509618966426341576.post-13651040429153174692010-06-11T08:50:13.403-07:002010-06-11T08:50:13.403-07:00I have a pattern of bolting too, as you know. It&...I have a pattern of bolting too, as you know. It's easier to just vanish from an old life than to persevere and fix what's wrong with the old one. I'm learning to quell that bolting instinct, although the opportunity for someplace new is always exciting, I need to stay put where I am healing from all those previous bolts back and forth. They only cause wreckage in their wake...Annie Tennysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01117201323852969099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509618966426341576.post-30197798170266899582010-06-10T18:40:25.612-07:002010-06-10T18:40:25.612-07:00Oh, yes. I didn't bolt for YEARS, and then wh...Oh, yes. I didn't bolt for YEARS, and then when I finally bolted I just got in the habit. Your observer seems to be working well; perhaps having the blog helps, too? We who long to bolt with you salute you for staying put. Sounds like a total Pema Chodron moment: lean into the bolting and see what drives it...<br /><br />Love you. Hang in there.Diane Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379544317007203762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509618966426341576.post-21404255115654806922010-06-10T08:16:02.942-07:002010-06-10T08:16:02.942-07:00Everything Louise said. . . and more hugs.Everything Louise said. . . and more hugs.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509618966426341576.post-59468683114556288362010-06-10T05:38:09.631-07:002010-06-10T05:38:09.631-07:00Ah yes, the bolt. I was checking online for flight...Ah yes, the bolt. I was checking online for flights to Amsterdam last night, ready to pack my backs and go check on my daughter. "I'm okay mum," she said on the phone. "Don't stress out over something we don't know anything about."<br /><br />Hello? I'm the parent. She's the child. Doesn't she know the script?<br /><br />I too know that bolty feeling. Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.com