What is the middle?

And when does it start?

Before we begin

How would you define middle age? Are you there yet? Have you already passed through it? How do you know? And, most of all, does it matter?

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Meet Lisa Renee

This week’s post comes to you from Lisa Renee, a Spark subscriber. I’m really happy she wanted to write it for you and equally happy that she has invited me to write, next week, over on her newsletter, The Long Middle.

I don’t remember how or when I discovered Lisa Renee and The Long Middle, but I do remember immediately feeling that I’d crossed paths with someone I’d really like to know better. She was thinking and writing — really really well — about life in the land of middle age. We began to read each others’ work here on Substack and then talked to each other through the comments and Notes. Not long ago, we sat face-to-face on Zoom and talked in real time about this subject, trying to define what the term middle-aged meant anyway. Specifically, when did it start, how long did it last, when was it over, and what was next? What you see here today is Lisa’s take on all that with a focus on when this stage actually begins. Next week, I’ll be tackling it from the other side: nearing the end of middle age (assuming there is one).

A poet and essayist, Lisa jokes in her bio that she still trying to figure out how be a person. She is already a writer of wit, insight, humor, and grace. You will find her at Medium. She has also been published in Exposition Review, The Hairpin, The Billfold, Linden Avenue, Eastern Iowa Review, Lit Pub, and HuffPo. She lives near “a big lake in New York,” has a degree in Art History, and has raised four children who are now, mostly, out of the nest. Here’s a link to The Long Middle followed by Lisa’s essay, “What is the Middle? And when does it start?”

Enjoy! I’ll meet you in the comments section!

What is the middle? And when does it start?

The Blue Planet, Helen Lundeberg, 1965

We tell ourselves stories about our lives, an attempt to understand and control them. We box and label the narratives, hoping to keep them tidy and contained. The Middle becomes a thing, a label on a box, as if midlife is a new room we enter. My newsletter is called The Long Middle, because I needed a place to gather the threads of this amorphous chapter. The middle of life is, indeed, long (if we’re lucky) and amorphous, resisting all attempts at boundaries and boxing.

At 59, I’m still in the middle (according to me). I was 44 when I came crashing into this room, like Kramer with the door. This is the story I tell, as that was the year I unraveled. Google says middle age begins around 40-45, so it checks out (with Google, anyway). I’ve also pegged the beginning of my midlife to perimenopause, which is what my unraveling was eventually named (the naming is important in the quest for a boxed narrative). I was there, and now I’m here. It’s a different room, this one. I was, suddenly, a denizen of the middle.

This is too simple, of course, and it’s not the whole truth. Absolutes never are, especially when we’re talking about the amorphous fluidity of life. What is the whole truth? Can we ever know? 

When I comb back through memory, I see the fraying begin in my 30s. I remember the exhaustion and the increasingly desperate attempts to keep up and resist change. Things were changing, like it or not, and I was looking the wrong way. Looking out at the big life, with all the kids and the marriage and the animals and the bills and and and … If only I was as attendant to my own shit as I was to everyone else’s, maybe it would have been easier.

The middle, I know now, is not just about menopause. My narrative leans heavily on the change as a feature of my midlife, but now that things are cooling in that department, I realize that meno was just a noisy chapter. A thing that happened in the middle. Other things that happened: Flown kids (or not). Dying parents (Steven’s) and needy parents (mine). Retirement and a surprising new financial stability. Lots of change, good and bad.

The middle implies a beginning and an end. But everything before 44 could not have been the beginning, surely. And I fervently hope that what comes next is not the end. Life cannot, perhaps, be divided in narrative thirds — beginning, middle, end. And if we’re insisting on a “middle,” then I call it a big, fat, long chapter, starting whenever you feel it. It’s arbitrary, right?

For instance, someone with no kids and a fulfilling job may cruise through their forties feeling nothing but the fullness of their life. Without the aging out of kids, or retirement, or an unexpected full body crisis to mark a passage, it may not feel like a new chapter. Our experiences are unique, and passages want a pivot point. A very good friend of mine died in her fifties — her pivot was death and her thirties marked the rough middle. She could never have known.

The middle is not a number but rather a state of mind. A way of situating oneself in the world, a reevaluation of relationships with both others and ourselves. A rethinking of identity, a recalibration. The scraping away of the layers left by young adulthood in a culture that lies to us and tries to make us in its image. I no longer care to preen and don’t feel bad about my neck.

The body has a lot to say in the middle. Aging can feel like a slow moving crisis, but you don’t notice when you feel fine; only when you don’t. My knees, my eyes, my gut — reliably reliable, until they weren’t. You don’t know until you know. But when you know, you’re already in the new room.

Too much is a problem in the middle. Too much coffee, wine, onion, garlic, tomato. Too much exercise, sunshine, sex, sound. Too much of the best stuff hurts sometimes. It’s also, conversely — confusingly — the land of not enough. Not enough sleep, silence, time, sex (mood dependent and moods are dependably fickle for me in this new room).

I am a full time job now.

The middle is anything and everything. Cocktails and tattoos, sobriety and babies, new work and surprising friendships. Lonely or loud. Sexual awakening or a blessed rest, whatever blows your skirt up. It will be birth and death, trauma and recovery, ups and downs. There is comfort in the middle (it’s not yet the end). There’s new introspection and the inevitable question — what have I done with my life? And always, the increasingly loud drumbeat of mortality.

Questions are central to the middle:

Who am I?
What have I done?
How much is left?

Marina Benjamin wrote, in her smart and beautiful book, The Middlepause: On Life After Youth:

“Since it isn’t possible to see the whole of a life, only the part that’s been lived, we rely on other people’s example to conjure its full potential. We also lean on hypotheses and trick questions. We imagine, for instance, what it might be like to be a decade older, or two decades older, and we strain to visualize what our lives might be like then. More often, we review the lived life, thinking that if we could somehow discern a pattern in its vicissitudes then we might better predict what will follow. Or else we try to identify the high point, convinced that from its lofty stand we will have had the best view of the rest. 

Hence the confounding question: If you could stop the clock anywhere, where would it be? Name your pinnacle.” 

The middle (assuming it isn’t your end) is a pinnacle of sorts. A place not to stop the clock, but to pause and look forward and back, survey the past and imagine a future beyond the fog. The middle is aging and movement, as we watch the calendar pages fly. It’s arbitrary. If you’re not busy being born, or dying, then you’re busy living. That’s the middle. We live and, if we’re lucky, it’s long. Only you can tell the story. Maybe let it out of the box.

Cheers!
Lisa

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P.S. And now, your moment of Zen…the metaphor of the path

I have become a little obsessed with paths, which could be a metaphor for so much (especially here in the middle). Looking back through my photos, there are dozens of path pictures, in various places, through all seasons. There’s an essay in there, somewhere. Here’s a May path from an abandoned railroad bed near my house for your Zen moment. It makes me pause every time. - Lisa

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