Monday, January 20, 2014

Bell Jars and Recovery

I spent yesterday in the Bell Jar.
Photo by Camel & Yak via Pinterest

Wednesday morning Charlie left early for Charlotte and I stayed in bed until Hollie came in to wake me. It was 9:20. She had to leave for school by 9:40.

When one begins the day that far behind, playing catch up is futile.

So I crawled back in bed and stayed there.

What my day in the Bell Jar taught me is that nothing makes us immune from low points.

Not education, not optimism, not even ambition. Low points come. Worries wash over us and knock us down and sometimes it’s easier to just stay down for a day and regroup.

So now I’m all regrouped and I have a plan to make a plan.

I said to myself, “I’m a writer. I should write. That’ll get me outta this.”

I didn’t worry about what to write or where I would put it. I just told myself to write.

Later I’ll run. Not worried about distance or time. Just run.

I have faith that if I keep doing what I do, eventually the effort will equate to progress.

It’s the not doing anything that keeps us in the Bell Jar.

So do something resembling anything of value. We’ll worry about how to get paid for it later.

Ever had a Bell Jar day?


  1. I love this post, Kasie. I'm focusing on the doing for 2014.

    1. Thanks, Michelle. I've always been a constant-progress kind of person, so Bell Jar days and doing nothing really aren't my style. Good luck with your new initiatives in 2014.

  2. No one is immune to a Bell Jar Day every once in a while. Your Nana called them "mental health days." She used those days to re-group and enjoy the blessings in her life. I remember loving those days because she would be at home and not at the office. Take the time to enjoy all you have and you will realize just how much more you will be able to accomplish. Remember Nana prescribed to the principle of "keep your heart in the present while your brain is planning for the future." I am so proud of you and all you have already accomplished. Keep up the great work!

    1. Thanks, mom. Bell Jar days make me feel guilty, like I'm wasting time. But I am learning that rest is part of training.


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