Little Boxes: Create Something Really Great
Working in creative means you’re one part escape artist, one part demolition man, and one part box enthusiast.
by Jimmy Marks
Working in creative means you're one part escape artist, one part demolition man, and one part box enthusiast.
It's December 13, 2011. I'm sitting in my living room with my then-girlfriend as she reads a card I got her for our seven-year anniversary as a couple. As she reads the lines of this very long-winded card, I fiddle with a small box that I've been hiding from her for days now. She gets to the end of the card and looks up. There, in my hand, in the little box, is a diamond ring.
She says yes. What a relief! She slips the ring out of the little box and onto her finger.
","engine":"visual"}" data-block-type="2">It’s December 13, 2011. I’m sitting in my living room with my then-girlfriend as she reads a card I got her for our seven-year anniversary as a couple. As she reads the lines of this very long-winded card, I fiddle with a small box that I’ve been hiding from her for days now. She gets to the end of the card and looks up. There, in my hand, in the little box, is a diamond ring.
She says yes. What a relief! She slips the ring out of the little box and onto her finger.
It's April 16, 2013. We've spent a year and change now working on our wedding. We've been hand-making invites and wedding favors. We've been thinking about music and food. We have just about everything taken care of. I walk to the mailbox and there sits my 60-day housing notice. My property management company has sent me a letter telling me that my tiny one-bedroom apartment will be getting another rent increase...unless, of course, I want to move out. They're trying to call my bluff.
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I check the little box next to \"No, I will not renew my lease for one more year.\"
I discuss this a day later with my soon-to-be wife. She's apprehensive. We've got a lot going on and throwing in a move on top of all that will be a real mess. She says she can't deal with it at that point as she's too embroiled in \"wedding work.\" I tell her I'll take care of everything.
","engine":"visual"}" data-block-type="2">It’s April 16, 2013. We’ve spent a year and change now working on our wedding. We’ve been hand-making invites and wedding favors. We’ve been thinking about music and food. We have just about everything taken care of. I walk to the mailbox and there sits my 60-day housing notice. My property management company has sent me a letter telling me that my tiny one-bedroom apartment will be getting another rent increase…unless, of course, I want to move out. They’re trying to call my bluff.
I check the little box next to “No, I will not renew my lease for one more year.”
I discuss this a day later with my soon-to-be wife. She’s apprehensive. We’ve got a lot going on and throwing in a move on top of all that will be a real mess. She says she can’t deal with it at that point as she’s too embroiled in “wedding work.” I tell her I’ll take care of everything.
It’s May 29, 2013. After several lovely days in Italy on our amazing honeymoon, we come home to no new place to live. The pin my now-wife once put in this conversation has come out and we have to do something. She’s worried. And so am I. And then, I say something that rings very true, even in spite of my fear.
