Monday was one of those days...

I had one of those days yesterday. Days where all you do is cut pieces of fabric/metal/wood/tubing too short. Days where the glue sticks to your fingers better than it sticks to the fabric and frame. Days when you go to weld up a piece and find you're out of acetelyne. Days when you poke yourself with the needle more than the wing fabric you're trying to rib-stitch. Days when the only thing you succeed with safety-wire is your collection of it in the trash can. And there's nothing you can do about it.When you're rebuilding an aircraft for yourself, you have more options. You can go work on another part of the aircraft. You can work thru your problems, but on days like this, it requires a lot of restraint. You can take a break, go sweep the hangar floor, go up and get a cup of coffee from the office. Sometimes, it's best to just lock the hangar door and walk away from it. They all work, trust me, I've done them all. It just depends on the kind of day you're having. If you're rebuilding an aircraft on someone else's dime, there are fewer options. They expect progress. They do not expect you to have bad days, after all you're the professional. Tell that to the gremlins. Go to lunch. Pray for five o'clock. Go home sick. Come back and do it tomorrow. (When screw holes line-up, you find your missing AN3-7 bolts and you find out you haven't glued your brush to the can in the first hour you're there.)All I want to know is, how can some days be so bad and the very next one finds you making tremendous progress? How can I not drill a straight hole one day and have them all line-up the next? How can I ruin piece after piece of fabric trying to get it to lay down right in the cockpit and have everything I cut fit right away the next morning. Someone, please tell me...The guys who do this seriously for a living have all been there. They still have days like these. How do they do it? How do they get past it? How do they not get to the point where they are so frustrated they walk away in disgust?One of the things rebuilding our Cub has taught me is to have Patience. Not patience with the part I'm working on, not with my expectations of progress for the day or week, but to have patience with the whole process. It will be done---when---it's---done. Not a bit sooner and probably a little later. As a friend of mine says, "It'll be done Thursday." He just doesn't say which one.