Today was supposed to be a day of self-care where I could dive into some passion projects, but alas, that was not meant to be. Instead, the earlier part of the day was spent in good conversation with my wife, and the latter part of the day was spent working on a home project that took wayyyy longer than it ideally needed to.
Working together on projects in the past has usually ended up in a fight. However, today, we didn’t do too badly. I worked on not taking things personally and she recognized when her anger was misdirected. I also worked on not trying to be a pleaser and instead just took on the role of trusty assistant—anticipating where and how I was needed when I could and listening without fear the other times. I did well, and so did she, which is nice because it means we’re in a better head space individually, which means when we come together we can work together much better.
Our relationship is in a good place, and it’s taken us a while to get here, but I know there’s still work to be done. And there will always be work to be done. But I guess that’s why they call marriage a labor of love. And it’s one I will gladly continue to work on because the rewards definitely outweigh the challenges.