The Art of Being Completely Alone
Emily J. Smith

I absolutely love this piece. I wrote one almost identical to this when I was 36 or 37 (I’m 58 now) as a column for a women’s magazine I wrote for at the time. Mine was prompted by an article I read in some glossy fare; it was written by a psychologist who was making the point that if you weren’t married by the time you were 32, you had “serious commitment issues” and would “benefit from therapy.” (Insert two emojis here — one with eyes popping out, the other laughing hysterically.)

I thought it was hilarious, but I was also outraged. What kind of manipulative BS was that, to suggest there was something mentally/emotionally “wrong” with women who chose a solitary path — AND ENJOYED IT? I even got into good humored knock-down-drag-out screaming matches with a friend of mine who insisted I didn’t know what I was talking about, that I actually DID want to get married and DIDN’T enjoy being alone, I was just denying the whole thing and lying to myself and everyone else. LOL

I got the same kind of feedback from readers then that you’re apparently getting from similarly-minded women here. There are indeed a lot of us out there. I did end up meeting someone a few years later, married him eight years after that, raised his children, and it all ended very badly. There were blessings out of it, but I wouldn’t — and I won’t — do it again. I have nothing against marriage, or men, or dating, or anything else. I just like my own company, my own space, my own time, and, and, and.

Enjoy. And thanks for a great read.