MY DAD AND I BUILT A FILING CABINET AND BOOKSHELF TODAY. I am the only son he ever had, and I am fairly ok at putting things together -- tables, chairs, cabinets, bookshelves. I can build a carboard box in 16 seconds - my roommates once timed me during a very dull moving day. It is a gift, but without any professional sport.
My father had no sons, although, I'm not sure that my childhood would've been all that different if he had. I like putting things together and building things. At some moment you get frustrated but then at the end you have this actual thing that you built.
My Dad's plan was to split the directions in half. He would do the last few steps while I started at the beginning. This appeared to be fine, as he was working on building the drawers of the filing cabinet while I built the cabinet. (Can I just take a second to point out - he planned to do the last TWO steps while I did the first TWELVE. It's an interesting fact, isn't it. He also ALWAYS makes me doing the boring edges and sky of puzzles and THEN he comes along to help with the rest. I'm noticing a pattern). Anywho, the plan didn't work because my step 3, invloved some of the parts he was trying to work on. He got frustrated because he didn't have the parts he needed because I had them.
I think maybe I like to put things like this together because you do it one step at a time. You start on step 1 and slowly but surely you end up at step 16 or 20 and you've got something completely built. My parents once bought a treadmill and it had 112 steps -- I'm not even making that up. Right around step 56, I got pretty tired of the whole thing, but I hung in there and even today, you can find it covered in laundry in my parent's bedroom. I'm pretty proud of that. I mean where would their laundry be right now, if it wasn't for my determination?
In some ways, life is like that. You put one foot in front of the other and keep going and going, and pretty soon you find yourself somewhere new. High school and college are most definitely that way! Your freshman year you are trying to deal with all these new pieces and by your senior year, you seem to know how everything fits together -- of course then you have to start all over again.
I suppose that is why I find building things and puzzles so comforting. They are problems that can be sorted out and solved. The only thing I need is time and effort and I can get through the project. Life's problems are not so easily solved, but I suppose the same thing is true -- keep your head down, keep going and don't give up. (Also, you should keep an eye on your older sister -- she thinks it is funny to squirrle away a puzzle piece to make you crazy when you get to the end).
Keep moving forward, pals!