How To Handle The Hot Mess Of Midlife
I’m half way through life, and I'm already exhausted by the effort. When social media algorithms recently filled my feed with bleak forecasts for GenX women I became even more unsettled. Am I really going to battle work vs. life for another twenty years? I think brilliant women stuck in the U-bend of life need hope it’s worth it, and ways to get through without wine, not reasons to give up.
As a life coach I meet many other women who are frustrated too. I hear their resentment. I feel it too. I sense their anger. Me too.
I can reassure you, you’re going to be OK. In fact you're going to be more than OK. You’re going to be glorious. Hang in there.
There’s a part of me with more potential, like the latent heat of molten lava, I hold the possibility of new rock. Fragments of who I was have liquidised under pressure. My magma moves under my surface, to fit the impossible space I’ve forced her into. I cannot be compressed anymore. There’s nowhere for this life force to go. It unexpectedly erupts in my tone when I speak to my mum, cuts into my child with angry words and obstructs my husband’s affection. These everyday outbursts bring me shame. Unless I dare to hold them for a little longer, and listen to the burning question underneath. Who could I be?
The answer lies within.
It’s uncomfortable to own up to these moments. I have a lot to be grateful for – three children, a life partner, a home, an education, a career. Who am I to want more?
Then I hear the silent voices of millions of women, who’ve had those privileges denied, implore me in their reply. Who am I not to want more?
This first world women’s problem is real and difficult to make go away, which is irritating when it’s your life or wife. I’ve met many brilliant women who struggle with midlife, and I can’t help but wonder if privileged, educated, women haven’t got it sorted by the middle of life who else is going to?
Western GenX women have had the opportunity to evolve faster than our culture can keep up with. I grew up filled with possibility, and developed myself to lean in at work, whilst also maintaining unchanged social standards of a “good mother”, “good wife” and “good friend” at home. Many of us have endured divorce, redundancy or illness. Although commonly, and in my case, it's been a slow, excruciating reshape to fit into corporate success criteria, look after the children, do some exercise and squeeze all the other “shoulds” in before not sleeping enough each night. By the middle of life we’ve endured the experience of having children, the judgement of choosing not to, or the pain of not having that choice. Whichever path we’re on, life has opened us up to a wisdom we can no longer ignore.
I am invisible.
To move through this unknown darkness I advocate a strategy equally suited to the visible mess of housework – recognise, reduce, redistribute.
Having struggled with anxiety, I know my triggers are insufficiency as a mother, competing to be my husband's equal and not feeling able to be my true self amongst women. If I give up as much as my Mum did to care for her children I become miserable, if I work to achieve the business success equal to my husband’s I become depleted and if I assume other women see me the way I internally see myself I become unlikeable in my own eyes, and riddled with self doubt. I told you. It's unpleasant. Settle in this dark stuff with me. Stay here long enough to acknowledge your deepest needs. I want to raise good humans, I want to be loved, I want to belong and I want to make a difference.
It’s your turn to do the dirty work. Dig in. We can't expect anyone else to intuit this stuff for us. We have to feel our way into it and become curious. With consistent gentle attention your eyes can adjust to recognise the bubbles when they simmer underneath. When they rise stay with the heat. Watch what makes you boil over. What do you need?
Let it out. Become a hot mess.
Don’t set solid around resentment, let pain in, and be with discomfort. Reduce it to a name – insufficiency, competition, not belonging – here they are again. Every time they rise try to soften towards them, step out of the conversation, do some exercise, soak in a bath.
What we resist persists.
You are perfect as you are, you are not a problem. We can choose to stop striving to fix ourselves. In voicing the feeling with a coach or opening an, “If only” conversation with a friend, patterns of discontent begin to appear in our repetition. This is the U-curve we’re stuck in. The friend I started talking to about it most just “gets it”. She feels it too. We share our fizzes of fury on texts, thrown across the globe between school drop offs and swim classes. No explanation needed, "Did you see this?! She feels it too, maybe I'm not going mad?" Her mess shows me how to redistribute my emotion. My listening allows her to experience resentment without destruction. Our permissive presence moves other women into positive action.
The challenge is that inner wisdom requires women to say things we can’t know, to claim ideas that haven’t been true before and to ask for things we can’t tangibly measure. There are no role models. There’s no data. It’s all on you and there’s no quick fix. It takes years of sustained effort to reroute thought and behaviours – like waiting for a bad haircut to grow out or training to run a marathon, others help to reflect your success and familiar faces cheer you over the line. Lean In offer women’s circles around the world, to support your growth. My circle sessions are structured to create an intimate bond with other women that allows you to share the deeper stuff you just don't normally get to.
The beauty is in the sharing of your edge.