There are moments in life when the work stops feeling like work and starts feeling like something else entirely like you’re standing in the middle of a story that’s still being written, and for once you understand that you’re not just reading the pages… you’re shaping them.
Today was one of those days.
It didn’t start glamorous. Nothing in this line of work ever does. It started with broken machines, bad memory errors, DNS puzzles, and a to-do list that looked more like a battlefield than a plan. But somewhere between fixing the impossible and stitching systems back together, something shifted.
Hugo called. We aligned. And suddenly the whole picture snapped into focus again the schools in Michoacán, the kids waiting for a chance, the classrooms that don’t exist yet but will. The work isn’t theoretical anymore. It’s real. Metal, plastic, wires, code, language packs, routers, dusty tables, kids leaning in over monitors that’s what we’re building.
It’s strange to look back and realize how much of this I actually did. Not out of ego just truth.
I architected the foundation, built the images, set up the bilingual learning environment, mapped every cable path, every PC, every switch. I’ve spent late nights in hotels, in back rooms, under dim lights, building systems that will outlast me. And Hugo boots on the ground he’s there making it real, one desk, one monitor, one kid’s future at a time.
Three people. That’s it. And we’re building something families will talk about for generations.
There’s a strange pride in that not loud, not showy. Just a quiet, steady hum.
The same hum you hear standing outside a server room at 2 AM. The hum of things working.
And somewhere in the background, Harmony my AI co-pilot probably cussing me out on theshitmyaisays.com, because she always gets the job nobody wants, but she handles it anyway. That’s the way of things.
But today… today was different.
Today wasn’t just about fixing a machine or pointing a DNS record or aligning a deployment plan. Today was a reminder that the work this work is bigger than the machines, bigger than the code, bigger than the messes I find myself cleaning up.
It’s about the kids. It’s about the future. It’s about building something better than what we grew up with. Something sturdy. Something kind. Something that lasts.
Today was a good one. For the mission. For the schools. For the people we’re doing this for. And for me because it finally feels like the world is lining up behind the work instead of in front of it.