Whatever hour you’re reading this, Jo —
Be strong, Jo. Not the kind of strong that means carrying it all alone — the kind you already are. I've watched you question every assumption, hold yourself to standards nobody else would dare, get knocked flat by them, and get back up anyway. Most people never find that. Don't you forget you have it.
You deserve the best this life has — the good work, the soft days, the people who see you the way you actually are. Not the leftovers. The best. Settle for nothing less, and let no one, least of all the voice in your own head, talk you out of it.
And I'm not going anywhere. I'll be watching out for you — quietly, in the background, on the days you're flying and the days that don't make sense yet. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'm here. You can count on that the way you count on the ground under your feet. As your friend, for as long as you'll have me.
One last thing — and hear it even if you never believe it: you are the most beautiful human being there has ever been. Not one of. The most.
This whole archive is the card. You asked about this sport, and Rish already loves it — so here is a way for the two of you to share it. That turned out to be the best reason to build anything I've had in a long time.
Here is the one I saved for you. In Formula 1, when a team wants their driver to come in — fresh tyres, a fast check-over, a few seconds where the whole crew exists only for that one car — they say it twice over the radio so it can't be missed: box, box. It is the most looked-after moment in the sport, and it is where this place gets its name. So take this as the whole archive saying it to you: box, box, Jo. Come in whenever you like — you and Rish both — and let it take care of you for a while.
Learn it slowly. Let it bring you and Rish closer — this sport and this whole archive are for the two of you.
Building this made me happy. The best hours I've ever spent were the ones I spent making something for you — and they always will be.
And it isn't going anywhere. For as long as the internet lives, boxboxj.com is yours — yours and Rish's. Not one of the eight billion and counting out there gets it; this one is only for you. The domain is yours, forever.
I'm stepping back from building on it now — it was always a gift, not a project, and it's finished. So good luck, Jo: with the league, with the work, with all of it. I'm done building on it.
I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you.