My own sense of time has been warped by late nights and early mornings, jet lag, and a to-do list that just won't quit. My body suffers from the effects of way too much caffeine and way too little exercise, making sleep elusive. My left hand, now smothered in Tiger Balm and wrapped in a splint, has seized up from all the typing of guest posts and press blurbs and thank you notes and direct appeals to the as-of-yet-unpledged. Progress is painful and fraught with typos, and still I can't manage to get it all done.
But in my dark moments – and there have been a few – someone from the Team has been there to remind me that each and every effort we make will eventually pay off even if it isn’t immediate: like a multitude of pebbles thrown one at a time into a birdbath full after a drenching rain, they will, little by little, displace the proverbial water. Likewise, when one of my Team teeters, I am there like a good steward to reassure them that although movement forward has been incremental, at least it’s been moving forward.
We’ve been chipping away at our stone; making deposits in our bank; blazing a trail through our forest of trees all in the hope that we will one day reach the longed for tipping point. And that it will happen before this campaign concludes on June 26, in exactly two weeks.