Making Peace With Cats

So, I finally admitted to my self that I love cats, almost as much as people who have them do. It's taken years of eavesdropping on their people's therapy sessions (my work as a medium), to realize this fully and truly. They've always warmed my heart. But years of living with a wonderful man who happens to really really not like cats at all, along with having an allergy to them that makes me sneezy and rashy, and a memory of a cat lady from my childhood who loathed my piano playing...and I just became one of those anti-domesticated fur balls kinda gals, one of those cat-love deniers. Well, my heart cracked open, and I have plenty of room to love cats, AND my studly delightful husband that almost hates cats. We can always share a dislike for watching sports on TV.

Silliness aside, my point is two-fold. Sometimes in long term relationships, we forget to nurture or express parts of ourselves because of a comfort level that happens when people grow together. Sometimes it even means adapting a bad habit or an idea that isn't our own to "get along", because it makes things seem easier. But because of this ability to be empathetic and try on someone else's perspective [even if it be a phobia or a neuroses], it can also go alongside a deep closeness and bond.

The other thing that makes committed relationships work, and so triumphant, is that you've gotta eventually take responsibility for that which you project onto the other person, good, bad and everything in between. Relationships are partnerships, both delicate and strong. You've got to be consciously co-creating it together, and be open or diligently demonstrative in communicating. Any day can be a honeymoon, or at least work towards being one, if you want it to. Happiness ebbs and flows, but contentment runs deep.