Living Alone and Loving It

Living Alone and Loving It

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by Barbara Feldon
     
 

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After a relationship impasse, Barbara Feldon — universally known as the effervescent spy "99" on Get Smart — found herself living alone. Little did she know that this time would become one of the most enriching and joyous periods of her life.
Now Feldon shares her secrets for living alone and loving it. Prescribing antidotes for loneliness,

Overview

After a relationship impasse, Barbara Feldon — universally known as the effervescent spy "99" on Get Smart — found herself living alone. Little did she know that this time would become one of the most enriching and joyous periods of her life.
Now Feldon shares her secrets for living alone and loving it. Prescribing antidotes for loneliness, salves for fears, and answers for just about every question that arises in an unpartnered day, she covers both the practical and emotional aspects of the solo life, including how to:

Stop imagining that marriage is a solution for loneliness • Nurture a glowing self-image that is not dependent on an admirer • Value connections that might be overlooked • Develop your creative side • End negative thinking

Whether you are blessed with the promise of youth or the wisdom of age, Living Alone & Loving It will instill the know-how to forge a life with few maps and many adventures.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Dominque Browning author of Around the House and in the Garden Big-hearted, generous, charming, cheerful and wise...Barbara Feldon has mastered the art of living.

Debbie Ford author of Spiritual Divorce A delightful read and a practical step-by-step guide to creating your own happiness.

Library Journal
This breezy memoir chronicles how actress Feldon (Agent 99 from Get Smart) found herself alone after a divorce and the end of other serious relationships. Beginning to despair of ever finding happiness, she came to understand that she could be perfectly-even radiantly-happy living alone. (Indeed, she sometimes sounds a bit desperate as she hammers home her theme.) Astute and optimistic, she notes the problems inherent in regarding "single status as inferior to being married" and advocates consciously embracing the solo life so as to live life on one's own terms. Her wise words (e.g., "Stop believing that marriage is the solution to loneliness") will be useful to anyone, single or otherwise. For public libraries and the night stand, along with Wendy Burt and Erin Kindberg's lighthearted and upbeat Oh, Solo Mia!: The Hip Chick's Guide to Fun for One.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780743235174
Publisher:
Touchstone
Publication date:
12/10/2002
Edition description:
Original
Pages:
176
Sales rank:
389,879
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 7.00(h) x 0.50(d)

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What comes is not to be avoided

what goes is not to be followed.

— Master Daibai

living alone

(freedom is hard to love)

It is Saturday morning in Manhattan. I wake up today in my wallpapered room tucked over my neighbors' courtyard gardens. The spring foliage is transparent in the sun, birds chirp from the comfort of branches; all else is silent. After living alone for twenty years I'm still filled with arias of praise for the blessings of my sweet solitude.

But I haven't always felt this way.

We complex creatures have a baffling talent for entertaining two opposite desires at the same time. Even while I was intoxicated by the idea of merging with an imagined beloved, I got a renegade thrill from contemplating living independently, freely choosing pleasures to include and intrusions to exclude in order to allow my life to sing. "Owning myself" had the allure of an exotic perfume.

As a child I would lie in bed at night listening to my parents' sleep-burdened breathing and dare myself to creep downstairs, sneak out the locked front door and sample the thrill of simply standing under the stars by myself. The anarchy of such freedom was spiritual ambrosia to a girl who rankled under the restrictions of childhood. But I wasn't yet brave enough to risk it.

On our property, hidden from the view of the main house, was an old pony shed — alas, without a pony — with a slanted, scratchy roof onto which I would climb on summer afternoons. By escaping to my miniature sanctuary I was expressing a need for independence — difficult to experience in the buzz of family life — while at the same time feeling reassured that my parents were within calling distance. I continued my ambivalence about solitude though college; though I envied girls with private rooms, I was relieved by having the company of roommates.

Then, after graduation, just as I was about to launch into the world on my own, I fell in love with and married Lucien.

Although for many years I embraced bonded companionship enthusiastically, always there was that lingering desire to live by myself. After our marriage ended and during my second relationship, with Burt, I once playfully floated the idea to him of our living next door to each other. I was charmed by the prospect of a personal space to which I could retreat at will in unaccompanied splendor. When he laughed off my fantasy I didn't persist, there being no precedent for such a maverick arrangement. Nevertheless, I continued to be fascinated by the lifestyles of the single women I met. Carla, a costume designer, lived by herself in the Hollywood Hills in a cottage decorated with Moroccan tiles that she had gathered on one of her adventures abroad. She traveled alone but she rarely ended up that way, often meeting people who invited her into their homes or, upon occasion, into their beds. And, though Burt and I lamented Carla's unwillingness to settle into a traditional relationship, I was aware that she seemed to have thrived on her choices.

As time went on and our relationship deteriorated, we were forced to realize that having no relationship might be better than having an unworkable one and I took comfort in the prospect of exploring another way of living. On Saturdays, while Burt was sailing, I looked around for a studio apartment that I imagined decorating capriciously, a hideaway like a secret garden to which there is only one key. I even began to collect things: dessert dishes with strawberries painted on them, a fluffy comforter; objects I bought and simply left in the stores to be retrieved only in my solo future.

But when the break actually came and we were separated not only formally but by an entire continent, the freedom that I had happily envisioned turned sinister and ambushed me at night. I dreamed that I was in a damp prison cell when suddenly the doors swung open and I was free. After walking confidently through an icy, barren landscape, I stopped, turned and resolutely walked right back into prison.

Freedom is hard to love, I discovered.

Bereft of the security of my relationship and without another one waiting in the wings, I felt like an astronaut whose umbilical tie to the spaceship had been severed and was doomed to drift alone through an endless universe. I was tethered to no one — and perhaps never again would be.

*

Not long after our breakup I arrived in London for a television performance, and the city cooperated soggily with my baleful mood. One dank afternoon I was in a taxi on my way to an appointment and I decided to get out and walk. I intended to say to the driver, "You can let me out here, I'm early." But instead I blurted out, "You can let me out here, I'm lonely!" I was woefully in need of direction, preferably in the form of a role model, someone who had climbed the mountain of aloneness and was perched there comfortably. Could such a person exist? Could anyone endure, with equanimity, what I was suffering through?

I called my publicist and told her a lie, that I was going to write an article for an American magazine on women who lived alone successfully. Did she know anyone? Surprisingly, she did.

A week later I sat across from Pam in a cozy English tearoom sipping Darjeeling and munching on scones smeared with clotted cream. She seemed puzzled by some of my, as the English say, "queries." Yes, she regarded living alone as a splendid way of life; she needed lots of solitude in order to write her novel.

"Do you eat dinner alone?" I queried.

"Oh, no, not usually. Since I'm by myself writing all day, it's rather nice, isn't it, to have a meal with a friend."

I was alert to her jaunty practicality.

"Do you travel by yourself?" (To test my courage I'd been planning extended trips alone to places where no English was spoken.)

"I have done that, and it's OK, but I find it's actually more fun to travel with friends."

Pam was divorced and had no man in her life, but it didn't concern her a bit. "Is she for real?" I wondered.

"Don't you miss living with a man?" I asked.

"Oh heavens, no!" she laughed. "It's so deeply ingrained in me to wait on them that I tend to slip into servitude. Besides," she added merrily, "I've lived so many years without a man it's hard to even imagine doing it again."

"What about...intimacy?" I offered wistfully.

"Oh, that's perhaps too personal to go into, except to say that it is, of course, important," she leaned forward, "very important."

Before I could pursue this interesting news, Pam looked at me closely and said, "You're rather up against it aren't you."

My cover was blown. I admitted everything: my single status, my unpreparedness, my anxiety, my misery. She was sympathetic but frankly bemused that I regarded the autonomy as a deficit.

pard

Pam became my first mentor and her view of living alone was liberating: Although I would love to have the pleasure of a companion, if he didn't come along there just might be another way to find fulfillment.

I wanted to kiss her!

Future mentors would show me how to live alone not just comfortably but joyously. Still, I could not even approach that heady state until I confronted loneliness, the most fearsome dragon of all. Not the garden variety that we all encounter from time to time, but that desolate, hopeless "I'm alone forever" one.

Copyright © 2003 by Barbara Feldon

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Dominque Browning author of Around the House and in the Garden Big-hearted, generous, charming, cheerful and wise...Barbara Feldon has mastered the art of living.

Debbie Ford author of Spiritual Divorce A delightful read and a practical step-by-step guide to creating your own happiness.

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Barbara Feldon lives in New York City.

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Living Alone and Loving It: A Guide to Relishing the Solo Life 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
These are reflections on living alone by someone who chose to do so. Many readers will already know the author as Agent 99 from the 1960's TV series "Get Smart." As an adolescent boy I enjoyed watching Ms. Feldon for the usual superficial reasons. As a grown man I enjoyed reading her moving memoir of life spent living with others and life spent living alone. Those of us who watched the show regularly discovered that 99 was always the clever one. While reading this book I discovered that her alter ego is a genuine intellectual too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Truly wonderful book. A favorite, bought a few copies for friends.
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I really enjoyed this book and have recommended it to several people.