So it's been a little while since I've done a good life project riff, and we've slowly been shifting the schedule around.
You probably noticed it so that we're doing actually fewer episodes, and now we're going to make that final shift.
And this is in response to a survey that we gave to you guys a couple months back where you said, hey, this is what we really want.
So we're going to move over to a once a week format with a riff and a once a week with a long form conversation, and that's gonna keep rolling as of today.
Today's riff is entitled you're never too good to ask for help.
And it unfolds in four acts.
Act one, stripped bear.
So I'm standing in the middle of Michael Port's pretty cavernous living room in New Hope, Pennsylvania, with vaulted ceilings and a towering wall of windows open to the woods behind it.
And Port is in his typical jeans and black t shirt, and he's sitting in a chair, silhouetted against the glass, glasses on and facing in.
I am, in no uncertain terms, completely and utterly on display, which is also exactly where I've asked to be.
With great unease, he watches my every move, listens to my every word notepad in his lap, observing and scribbling.
And I flail about, and I'm fumbling for words, awkwardly moving, working desperately to maintain even a modicum of respect.
And he stops me over and over and over and over.
Look out, not down.
Don't move unless you have a reason.
Stay here for just a moment longer, then move slowly.
Stage or kitchen?
Right.
What if we told it this way instead of that way?
Good, good.