Fonda Jane. - My Life So Far

CONTENTS

Preface

If we do not know our own history, we are doomed

to live it as though it were our private fate.

HANNAH ARENDT

The past empowers the present,

and the groping footsteps leading to this present

mark the pathways to the future.

MARY CATHERINE BATESON

I was born December 21, the shortest day of the year. Ive always seen a year as a circle, with December settled down at the bottom, like 6 on a clock. Then, when the new year starts up again, I see myself moving upward, counterclockwise, till, twelve months later, Ive come full circle, back to the bottom again, to that shortest of days. On the day in 1996 when I turned fifty-nine, I realized that, assuming I live to be ninety, give or take, the next full circle would raise the curtain on my third act.

Ive had a career both in film and theater for more than forty years, and I know something about third acts. Havent you ever been to a play where the first two acts seemed confused, then along came the third act and pulled it all together? Ah-ha, you said to yourself. So thats what that scene in the first act was leading to! Or, conversely, the first two acts can be brilliant, and then in the third, things disintegrate. However, the third act is definitely key, the payoff that pulls the seemingly random bits and pieces of the first two acts into a coherent whole.

The big difference between life and acting, though, is that in life theres no rehearsal and no take two. This is it; better get it right before its over.

To have a good third act, you need to understand what the first two have been about. To know where youre going, you must know where youve been. Call me a control freak, but I dont want to be like Christopher Columbus, who didnt know where he was headed when he left, didnt know where he was when he got there, and didnt know where hed been when he got back. So on my fifty-ninth birthday, I knew I had some serious thinking to do.

In Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott writes, If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans. Quite right. But when I talk about figuring out my third act, Im not talking about making plans. Im talking about being disciplined enough to learn what my past has to teach me, brave enough to take those lessons into my heartto own themand to commit myself to doing what is necessary to make them a part of my future. This is hard.

I once saw a quote from dancer/choreographer Martha Graham framed and hung on a wall in a ballet studio. It said DISCIPLINE IS LIBERATION. At first that seemed like an oxymoronisnt liberation the opposite of discipline? But discipline here doesnt mean tightness and rigidity, or punishment for wrongdoing. It means being so committed and so fully contained that you can let go; so deeply connected that you can detach; so strong that you can be gentle. Liberation takes intentionality, deliberation, courage, andyesdiscipline.

I think of the tremendous discipline it took the great ballet dancer Rudolf Nureyev to be temporarily liberated from gravity and soar through the air. I think of Greg Maddux, for many years the Atlanta Braves outstanding pitcher, and the discipline that went into his ability to stand on the mound at the bottom of the ninth inning of the World Series and be physically and mentally relaxed.

For me, discipline, liberation, means acknowledging my demons, banishing them to the corner, seeing my past and excising the old patterns and baggage to make room for stillness. It is within stillness that I will hear the small voice and know where it is leading me. Call that voice what you will, but it has always been there, although during my second actand in much of my first, for that matterit was too risky for me to hear it.

It is taking discipline to liberate myself into a quieter third act, discipline in order to live with the awareness of my death.

I dont want to die without knowing who I am.

Remember those toys where youd drop some hard, dry kernel thing into a glass of water and it would expand into an underwater landscape of mystery and color? Well, for me, to be disciplined and to live with the awareness of death means taking every minute and dropping it into a glass of water and having it swell into something fuller, more complete.

To understand why I decided to prepare this way for my third act, I have to take you back a few years, to my forties. My father was dying. I would sit by his bedside in silence for long periods of time hoping that he would talk to me, say something about what he was thinking and feeling as he was being rocked away from us to that eternal place. He never did.

If he couldnt come to me, I would go to him. I would focus on his face and try to put myself inside his body, become him. I remember feeling so profoundly sad for himnot that he was dying, but that he had never really been able to get close to me or to my brother, Peter. I felt sure he must regret that. I would if I were him.

This experience taught me that I was not afraid of dying. What I am terrified of, however, is getting to that place right at the edge of life when theres no time left, being filled with regrets, and having no time to set things right.

Of course we always have regretsthings weve done that we wish we could take back or erase. I have significant ones that will haunt me forever, which I hope I have been brave enough to confront in this book. But its what you didnt do that you know you should have done, rather than what you did do that you shouldnt have done, thats the worst: the if-onlys and what-ifs.

Why didnt I tell her how much I love her?

If only Id been brave enough to address that old fear of mine.

I began thinking a great deal about these things in my late fifties. I had begun to go through deep inner changeschanges that I didnt fully understand until I began writing this book. I realized then that to avoid regrets, I would have to start, while I was still healthy and strong, to name what those might beand to do something about them. I needed to live consciously, and I knew it would mean facing things that frightened melike intimacy.

All this washed over me on my fifty-ninth birthday, in 1996. It was now or never. Fish or cut bait. In a year I would be sixty. One friend of mine said she slept through her sixtieth; another said he went into hiding. Now, dont get me wrong. I hate getting oldits a vanity and joints thing. But I knew that I would have to do what I usually do when Im scared of something: sidle up to it, get to know it, and make it my friend. I have made the truism Know thine enemy work for me many times over the years. For instance, when I was in my forties, knowing that I was approaching menopause and the inevitable changes that would bring, I spent two years researching and writing a book with my friend Mignon McCarthy, called Women Coming of Age, about how women can prepare for menopause and the aging process. When the changes did begin (much later than I had anticipated), I was prepared. I knew what was negotiable and what wasnt.

With all this in mind, I decided to fully embrace my upcoming sixtieth birthday by exploring what my life had been about up until then. Doing this changed me in ways I would never have foreseen. Coming to see my various individual struggles within a broader societal context enabled me to understand that much of my journey was a universal one for womenplayed out in different ways and with different outcomes, perhaps, but with common core experiences. This is what liberated me to write this book.