That’s where I’ve found myself lately—not on a plane (even if every seat feels like a middle seat today), but in the broader sense of American life. In
the middle. Again.
I’ve spent most of my adult life there—ideologically,
emotionally, and professionally. Generationally, I’m a “cusper”—born at the
tail end of the Baby Boom but raised with the ethos of Gen X. I remember rotary
phones and dial-up internet, but I carry a smartphone that unlocks with my
face. I grew up with Walter Cronkite and now scroll through newsfeeds that
refresh every 30 seconds. I was taught to write thank-you notes by hand, and
now I send emojis to express condolences. I’ve seen the world change—fast—and
I’m still trying to figure out how to change with it without losing myself in
the process.
That same “middle seat” has defined my professional life as
well. I’ve built a career as a translator—bridging the gap between fundraising
practitioners and the data professionals who support them. I’ve helped
frontline fundraisers understand that data isn’t just a report—it’s a story
waiting to be told. And I’ve helped programmers understand that “donor intent”
isn’t just a field in a CRM—it’s a relationship. My job, more often than not,
is to listen to both sides and say, “Here’s what I think they’re trying to
say.” It’s not glamorous. It’s not headline-making. But it’s necessary.
Just as I’ve played translator in my career, I’ve also tried to translate—within myself—the often competing values of liberty and responsibility. I came of age with a healthy skepticism of government
overreach, a belief in individual liberty, and a deep respect for personal
responsibility. Libertarian ideals made sense to me: less interference, more
autonomy, and a general wariness of anyone who claimed to know what was best
for everyone else.
But some moments test even the most practiced
middle-seaters. And for me, that moment came with the arrival of the COVID-19
vaccines.
As vaccines began to roll out last year, I found
myself in a strange place. I believe in science. I trust the data. I want to
protect my family (my oldest daughter is an ER doctor, after all), my neighbors, and the
most vulnerable among us. I also believe in bodily autonomy and the right to
make personal medical decisions without coercion. I can’t ignore the
reality that public health isn’t just personal—it’s collective.
That’s the tension of the middle seat.

She asked, so I told her the reasons I decided to get vaccinated. Because of my work, because I believe in the science and the data, because I want to protect the people I love. I told her that I made the decision not because I was mandated to do so, but because I truly believe that doing so is for the collective good.
And still, I couldn’t find the middle ground.
That was new for me. Unsettling. I’ve made a life out of
standing in the space between opposing views and building bridges. But this
time, the gap felt too wide. I couldn’t meet her halfway—not because I didn’t
want to, but because the stakes felt too high. Because this wasn’t just a
difference of opinion—it was a difference in how we understood risk,
responsibility, and reality itself.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t try to change her mind. I set the phone down with a heaviness I couldn’t shake.. Not because we disagreed, but
because I realized that sometimes, the middle seat doesn’t offer a clear view.
Sometimes, it’s just a place where you sit quietly, holding on to the armrests, hoping
the turbulence passes.
It’s not easy.
Because the middle seat, uncomfortable as it is, gives you a
unique vantage point. You see both sides. You hear both conversations. You
learn to navigate tension, to mediate, to hold space for complexity. You learn
that progress doesn’t always come from shouting the loudest, but from listening
the longest.
In civic life, the middle seat is often dismissed as
indecision or weakness. But I think it’s where the real work happens. It’s
where compromise is forged, where empathy is tested, where democracy either
stretches or snaps. It’s where we ask hard questions without easy answers.
Where we resist the pull of extremes and try, however imperfectly, to hold the
center.
And yes, it’s exhausting.
But it’s also hopeful.
So here’s to the middle-seaters—the bridge-builders, the skeptics who still believe. We may not have the best view or the most legroom, but maybe that vantage point is exactly what the world needs right now.