Have a long way to go, but getting better... I think.

"Don't sweat the small stuff".

It's a good life lesson, but one that is harder to act on.

I just finished a nearly hour session of recording a scary game, even though I had to cheat to progress, and in the middle of recording, my father sees fit to knock on my door, and ask me to take the dogs out. Then he loudly goes into the bathroom, then loudly into his room. He came out and went back in once again, making as much noise as he could.

He knows that I'm recording, trying to get things going, but he's never really supported me doing this, and he doesn't see it as a big deal for me to step away when he wants me to.

These are the days I wish I had an office, somewhere, even in a neighbors house, so I can set up to record and not be interrupted. I'm halfway tempted to ask my neighbor if I can use his house for two hours a day to get away from the dogs, the cats, my dad, everything and just record.

But, I'm taking a friend's mother's advice, and learning to accept that this is just going to be how it is until I do make it. As she said, he was born in a different time, and he can't see it the way I do, so I'm trying to learn how to take a deep breath, not get angry, and just walk away.

Right now, I'm sitting and talking to Mel as she rests. She's been working hard all day, and I'm proud of her for the progress she's making. She's getting her whole house cleaned up with little to no help from anyone, regardless of the amount of her hospital visits and it makes me proud to know her, even happier to love her.

I can't wait to actually go there and meet her someday.

I want to spend time with her, laying in the wildflowers, watching the float past in the baby blue skies. I want to paranormal investigate, research, take photos, listen to music, and watch the rain fall while being in her presence. I want to spend the nights either watching TV, laughing at silly videos on YouTube, or just sitting in the candlelight, listening to the sounds of the night rolling past, safe in the knowledge that we are together, where we have always wanted to be.

Every day, I wake up and think of her. I wonder what she's doing, what her day is consisting of, the people she's helping, and worrying over her health. I think this is what it means to be in love, and I'm overjoyed that we've found the other; who can understand the trials, the tribulations, the pains and extents that the other goes to try to cover them up for the world, but the feeling of relief when we can finally tell someone who won't pity us or make us feel useless.

It's an amazing journey, and there isn't anyone I'd rather share it with.

I'm exhausted, but I'm ready to roll.