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Two-Year Podcast Anniversary

In this episode, Our Two-Year Podcast Anniversary . . .

Welcome to Episode 152 of On the Fly. Believe it or not, we went live on the Anchor platform over two years ago! But there's more to the story.

People still ask, "So, what's your podcast about?" A smidgen of history, a dash of culture - a minute dedicated to making you smile. "It's whatever comes to mind!" But it's much more than that. People undervalue the redemptive power of building a creative life one success at a time. Each episode reflects my experiences and life lessons.

You see, when you're learning, you're growing. However, learning is frittered away until you put that learning into action. And the best way to do that is to share your newly found discoveries with others. When you do - you'll soon realize that you're digging in the richest gold mine in the world; you're creative imagination.

The seed for this project was planted many years ago while listening to the radio program Our Changing World by Earl Nightingale. When challenged with the question, "What would you do if you knew you could not fail?" Without hesitation, Host a radio show.

In 2004 we discovered and began recording podcasts for GIA. The program was titled Inside GIA Education, produced by GIA's course development department, and hosted on Apple's iTunes platform. At that time, Podcasts were revolutionary, on-demand radio programs. We created two episodes a month for over four years. In April of 2012, we began writing a blog to produce content for the On the Fly podcast.

Was it easy? No! It took many years to refine my writing skills, purchase the right equipment for a recording studio, find the right music, and learn to record and edit my program. And - find a way to deliver it.

I'm proud to say; that this podcast became the vehicle to express my voice. The absolute joy of discovering what motivated me. An exciting, rewarding, life-changing experience.

Was it fun? You bet it was! Preparing a weekly production keeps me learning, growing, and encouraging myself to explore just who I am becoming.

My listening friends, I challenge you to go back and explore the many archived episodes. You will be enlightened.

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. I'll see you in the next episode.

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