Pushing the Pause Button

In this episode, Pushing the Pause Button: Stepping Off the Treadmill

Hello, friends —

If you're reading this, I'm already off the grid. Today begins a much-needed vacation, and for the next few weeks, On the Fly is taking a break right along with me.

For a long time, my inner voice has said, 'Keep every commitment, no matter what.' That's meant early mornings, long days, and a calendar packed with posts, podcasts, and projects I couldn't seem to say no to. I've been trying to be the tireless workhorse—but that kind of grind doesn't end well.

Lately, I've noticed I'm not quite myself—shorter fuse, louder sighs, and a few too many grumbles (Lori deserves a medal). That's when you know it's time to hit pause before the spark burns out.

So, I'm stepping back to rest, recharge, and remember what it feels like to not live by the next deadline: no tech, no to-do lists, just some space to breathe.

Thank you, truly, for all your support and kindness along the way. I'll be back soon—with new energy, stories, and a clearer head.

Until then, take care of yourselves… and maybe find your own pause button, too.

I'm Patrick Ball. Stay curious, ask questions, and take pauses now and then. See you soon.

Comments

Anonymous said…

So smart!! Enjoy yourself, or welcome back as the case may be!!

October 18, 2025 at 9:18 AM

Don Hanley said…

I hope you find a 'kingless' c0untry 0ver there - I read the gpv. there is afraid of the people, whereas we are afraid of the gov. Find out if this is true form,

October 18, 2025 at 3:32 PM

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