Unplugged and Strumming

In this episode, Unplugged and Strumming . . .

Welcome back to On the Fly. Today, we're exploring the joy of summer vacation and the significance of taking a break.

Yes, Summer is winding down, and the lazy vacation days are ending for many of us. Whether you hit the beach, explore a new city, or relax at home, it's important to take some time to recharge. Summer vacation is about biking, exploring new cities (like last week’s episode, Tecate, Mexico), and immersing myself in playing chords and melodies on my guitar. Getting lost in the music is deeply satisfying, and it's a powerful way to unwind and let my creativity flow.

And let’s not forget the 2024 Paris Olympics! The energy and excitement were electric. It was inspiring to watch athletes push their limits and achieve greatness.

A special shoutout to Michael Phelps for his incredible commentary on the swimming events—his insights and passion for the sport were unmatched.

Remember, it's okay to unplug and disconnect. Allow yourself to put down your phone, close your laptop, and enjoy the moment. Taking a break isn't just about fun and relaxation; it's essential for our mental and emotional well-being.

So, as summer fades into fall, reflect on the moments of rest and rejuvenation you've experienced. And remember, it's always a good time to plan your next escape, whether it's a physical vacation or a mental one through music or other hobbies.

That's it for this quick episode of On the Fly. Unplug, and let’s do some strumming.

I’m Patrick Ball. Thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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