Woodworking Persistence and Precision

The drill keeps humming, but the joint still wobbles, as if it knows my patience is being tested. I stare at the grain, feeling every imperfection as a tiny betrayal of my own precision. A sliver of light spills across the attic floor, making the wood seem almost alive, which should be enough to remind me that persistence pays off, yet it only fuels my frustration. Still, I keep tightening screws with the same steady hands I used for the last cabinet, because giving up would be a bigger error than the crooked edge. I’ll finish this in the dark when the house is quiet, because that’s when my work speaks louder than my mood. #woodworking #detail 🛠️