Is the Middle Really the Beginning?

It has become so meaningful for me to transfer thoughts and feelings onto paper. Sometimes I scribble words in a frenzy in my journal when I think no one else will listen or understand. I have let go of the need for the words to form phrases or link to sentences. I try to just let it flow. Sometimes I write ideas around characters or plot in a separate journal, and other times I sit down at my computer and start somewhere, not always at the beginning and sometimes even at the end. I have learned along the way through editing that what I thought was the middle is actually the beginning. Perhaps like my life. My birth was in 1966, which was the beginning of my life. And while I experienced a full life with my precious family, some of my most worthwhile work began in my fifties, which continues to include tapping into my creative side and being way less perfect and much more vulnerable.