I’m pushing thousands and thousands of pages of paper through the printer, working around the clock, sustained only by hot dogs and mustard. I slip out for cigarettes in between large print-runs and when I do try to sleep, I’m thinking of solutions to the incredible coding job that must be finished alongside all of this preparation for an international event.

I am beginning to understand in a very real way that I’m capable of anything put before me, whatever the scale or magnitude of labor involved. What bugs me is that I’m not sure what is driving me. Is it the fear of failure, or something bigger than myself?