Cohabitation and the Swinging Bachelorette: It’s not so bad after all.

This former die-hard-super-single-commitmentaphobe has been blessed with the opportunity to share her home with her girlfriend for the summer. With being an introverted only child, I definatly had a few hurdles to jump before I could become at ease with the idea, an idea that I thought of to begin with. I consulted many people for advice, some paid, some not paid, on ways to cope with my inability to share my throne with my beloved. I’d even switched around a few people to my fav 5 for emergency purposes. I just knew that this cohabitation thing was bigger than anything I’ve had to overcome, and I just knew that getting over it wasn’t an option; it was the path of getting used to it that I chose instead.

And what was the result of all this prep work?

The result is that it isn’t so bad after all. That preparing for this transition was more stressful that just going through it. I learned that fighting an invisible enemy, the enemy being myself, is like swinging a bat through the air. All that energy wasted, expelled into nothingness, leaving me with pulled muscles and sore joints. Swinging at phantom balls. The Zen master in me is laughing her ass off, she told me to just go with the flow. An internal “I told you so” moment.