{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Begin Again with Winston Faircloth","title":"When the Suit No Longer Fits","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":1109,"description":"What does it actually look like when the identity you’ve built your whole life around stops working?\n\nNot gradually. Not with warning. Just — stops.\nIn this episode, Winston Faircloth goes to the specific anatomy of his own identity collapse — October 2019, the crickets, the 401k, the coping mechanism that finally failed. This is not a pivot story. It is an identity story. And it is the most honest account yet of what the Remember movement of the journey actually requires.\nEpisode Two opens with a poem from Winston’s My Reflections archive — Tour Day 982: Shift — and closes with Tour Day 861: Unfolding. In between, Winston traces the arc from the vow that built the suit to the silence that finally invited it to be taken off.\nIN THIS EPISODE\n\n•  The identity that worked — and why it worked so well for so long•  October 2019: what happened when the golden touch went quiet•  Why the collapse wasn’t a business problem — it was an identity problem•  The unconscious vow: what it was, when it formed, what it built, and what it cost•  What a prison looks like when it has a great track record on the wall•  The question that cracked everything open: Who are you when the title falls away?•  The gift no one wants — and why it may be the most important gift you’ll ever receive•  Two poems: Tour Day 982: Shift (opening) and Tour Day 861: Unfolding (closing)\nFEATURED POEMS\n\nTour Day 982: Shift  —  Opening poem\nWritten on Day 982 of Winston’s daily practice. Five stanzas moving from the hollow pursuit of achievement to the crash of the ladder — and ending on a single word that names the only way forward: a downward Shift.\nTour Day 861: Unfolding  —  Closing poem\nWritten on Day 861. A poem of open hands and surrender — the posture the entire episode has been building toward. Closes on the word Unfolding: not an ending, but a becoming.\nBoth from Winston’s My Reflections archive — nearly 1,000 daily poems written alongside personal photos, chronicling a transformation he didn’t...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/LXy7Jem68qZBGsT-ncYREEbUWRlBetIsvhnIqohh-3E/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS8xZTY1/MGQ3ZWMyZTQ4OTVi/YjRjMTFiNDY5MWY1/MDNmZC5qcGc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}