blue shadowed marc and emily having coffee with "still figuring it out" title text
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Season 1 of a New Adventure

Byemilyjpitman

We’ve been working on this podcast idea for almost three years.

Our commitment is to be messy so we can figure out where the treasure is in all the messiness… much like our lives sometimes.

It took us about four episodes to decide on the name for this adventure, and we have to admit, it makes us giddy with purpose and curiosity to have a public commitment to the way we do life together – figuring it out.

This podcast is for leaders, entrepreneurs, and people who do life with other people.

You can us at the apple podcast link or here at Libsyn where we are currently making these mudpies.

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