i opened a gym

Except it’s not really a gym.

There are no machines.

There are no televisions for you to drone out to while elipticaling.

No front desk lady folding towels.

So let me rephrase that.

I opened a group training studio.

(And it’s awesome.)

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Let me go back a little, like …way back.

On Travis’ 25th birthday, we sat across from each other at a Sweet Tomatoes restaurant in Westminster, Colorado and set some goals.  I still have the piece of paper.  “By 35” was the title.  A list of things we wanted to accomplish, both as a couple and individually, by the time we turned 35 years old.

“Own a gym” was on the list.

(Along with “purchase all the camping equipment we would ever need” which I laugh about now because we haven’t purchased one single piece of camping equipment nor gone camping.  But I digress.)

“Own a gym” was a goal.  A goal I really didn’t put much thought toward accomplishing and truth be told, I never thought it would happen.  It was one of those ambiguous goals that take A LOT of little details along the way to actually accomplish.  I could write a book about the 10 years between that Sweet Tomatoes date and now, telling you about how I got my personal training certification (actually two), started working at a few gyms along the way.  About how I made the leap two years ago and started training clients out of my basement.  I could write about those years of begging people to come workout with me on Saturday mornings at the track.  “Come workout with me – FREE!!!”  And about how no one but my sister showed up.

Writing that book will be on my “By 45”-goal list.

Instead of highlighting all of the HOW, I want to share the WHY.

My WHY for starting MoveMore Fitness (once out of my basement and a loaned space…now the physical studio) was/is to simply help people.  I’m a natural-born encourager.  I love seeing others succeed at something they’ve put their mind to.  I love cheering them on.  You tell me a goal, I’ll help you get there.  Combine natural-born encourager with fitness and you’ve got yourself a personal trainer.  Add in a health administration degree and you’ve got yourself a gym studio owner.

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Last piece.  Add in FAITH and the desire to share God’s love….and you’ve got yourself where I’m at right now.

MoveMore.

This month, January 2017, I have 53 people on my client list.  I get to help 53 people.

I have more to write, more to share about what owning a studio and homeschooling three kids looks like.  I have a post about margin.  I have a post about going after what you want, about having faith that no matter what you’ll be taken care of and that it might not look how you thought being “taken care of” would look.

For today, I wanted to tell you that I opened a gym.

(and it’s awesome).

splendid…lindsay

3 months later….whoops

Has it really been three months since I’ve touched this space??!!?  Whoopsie.

I truly don’t even think about blogging any more.  That stress isn’t there, the desire/joy isn’t there.  I’m not sorry.  It is what it is.  I’ll just keep popping in from time to time and sharing pictures.

Even though I haven’t blogged about life, it’s still happening all around me.  Abundant, rich and complex.  I typed out an update but it got too wordy so I deleted it.  Bullet points.  Since I last blogged (in AUGUST?!?!), we’ve…

  • had a few birthdays (all but Porters land in either August or September).
  • enjoyed a vacation in Hilton Head Island.
  • started a new Jump Fit class (well, I did that but the family benefits as they get to come jump with me).
  • continued (loving) homeschooling – Henry is working through 4th grade material, Clara is doing 1st/2nd grade.
  • started a new small group at church.
  • celebrated MoveMore’s THIRD anniversary!!!
  • finished up soccer for both Henry & Clara (now moving to basketball).
  • taken a few hikes.
  • attended Refresh Summit for the 3rd year (I taught the bootcamp again)!
  • had family pictures taken for the first time in 3 years (thank you Callie!).

We as a family also have a pretty big change on the horizon and I desperately want to write about it but I can’t yet.  Soon. Very soon.  And no, I’m not pregnant.

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That’s everything off my iPhone.  Good times.  I truly hope you’re all doing well and pray your upcoming holidays are filled with yummy food and great fellowship.

splendid…lindsay

to continue or not

I keep forgetting I have a blog.

Or that I used to run a blogger’s retreat.

Or that some of my very best friends have been made through blogging.

To be quite honest, I don’t feel a need to continue Lindsay’s List.   I think I’d be ok if I never wrote again.  I’m enjoying the free time that I used to commit to coming up with good blog posts or reviewing products.  When I started out (how many ever years ago that was), blogging was a NEED.  Not just a want.  I NEEDED to write and to be heard.  This space gave me SO much:  confidence, an outlet, friends, a little corner of my own.  As the years have progressed and I’ve changed and evolved, I just don’t need it anymore.  Not in this season.  Bittersweet.

I’ve thought about shutting down operations and just pulling the plug but I’m not ready for a forever goodbye.  (I do know that my last post ever will be titled, “splendid.”  I’ve known that since I first began.)  For now and this season, I’d still like to pop in every month or so and dump some pictures (mostly for me to look back on) and possibly share some words.   Today = pictures.

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splendid…lindsay

i’m so happy i could cry

I’m so happy I could cry.

“Why?” you may ask.

We don’t have to go to the theater tonight.

Don’t get me wrong.  I LOVE doing shows.  Love love love.  I wouldn’t sign on for them if I didn’t.  But after TWO solid weeks of nightly rehearsals (2+ hours), Travis and I (and the kids!) are ready for a break.  We haven’t gotten in the bed before 11pm in weeks.  The shows are lined up for two consecutive weekends (Friday and Saturday nights both weekends) so we’re not completely done but it feels nice to have a little reprieve.  If you live locally or within driving distance, you should totally come see The Little Mermaid next weekend.  Buy tickets here!

Today I plan to VEG.

(and play a little ultimate frisbee…but like the theater, that’s another one of my adult hobbies that I look forward to.)

I’ve been quiet on the blog front.  Life lately has been all sorts of busy, RICH and just all around good.  Summer is in full force and we’ve been enjoying our time outside the theater with pool trips, water play on the porch, playing Pokemon Go (yes…you should play) and eating popsicles.  I’m also in the process of making some substantial changes to my business and I’ll share those soon.  Let’s see…what else.  I just passed my Level 1 Precision Nutrition course (more news on that soon too – I’ll be taking online clients!).  I’ve been enjoying time with my sister (she’s a school teacher and has the summers off).  Oh and I got my hair trimmed.  A full inch.  Smile

(Summer) life is good, y’all!

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QUESTION:  How’s your Summer going?  Favorite popsicle flavor?  <-tie between blue raspberry and orange for me!

splendid…lindsay

one huge father’s day photo dump

(How many different photo dump titles can one have?  I plan to find out.  Photo posts like this one give me the chance to be uber lazy when it comes to sitting down to write (although I find myself with a TON of things to say lately) and gives YOU the chance to peek into our world.  You really should follow me on Snapchat (lindsays_list) – I post all the time there.)

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Today, we’re celebrating Travis (and my dad…and his dad…and alllll the dads).  I’m sure you’ve noticed but I’ll spell it out anyway – Travis ranks as top notch boss around here.  And rightly so.  He’s our head.  I know for a fact that I couldn’t accomplish half of what I do if it weren’t for his help and support.  I’m blessed to have a co-partner to walk through this life with and to parent these children with.  Happy Father’s Day, babe!  (If you’re a father then Happy Father’s Day to you too!)

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QUESTION:  What have YOU been up to lately??  Have I missed anything important in your life?

splendid…lindsay

i do have something to say…because he can’t

My brother-in-law, Shah Zolfaghari was recklessly murdered on Wednesday morning.  He left behind my sister-in-law (Travis’ eldest sister, Camila) and their 1-year old daughter, Zoya.  You can read more about it here.

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For two days now, I’ve opened up my laptop and LiveWriter to type out those words.  For two days, I’ve shut my laptop and walked away without writing.  I have feared that writing about his death would somehow seem like me trying to draw attention to MY grief and my pain.  Even though that’s the farthest thing from the truth, I still heard those whispers.  Surely lies from the enemy. To deal with this I take the best cbd gummies for pain.

It wasn’t until just now when Julie shared the GoFundMe page and  Katy called me a “well-known and much loved blogger” on Facebook that I felt brave enough to sit down to this space.  I do have a platform.  I do have a voice.  I do have things to say. 

And my heart is broken for my family.

In times of tragic trial like these, anger rises (who is this evil, senseless person who would take a life?!?) and sadness creeps in.  There are no words for this kind of sorrow that we’re feeling, that Camila is feeling.  It’s tangible.  The sadness is thick.

But so is the inexplicable comfort.

The Holy Spirit.

A blanket of all-surpassing peace.  It’s been laid thick on the Wright family.

There has never been a greater time than now for me to share my faith with you all.  I see God all around.  I see Him in the friends and family who have rallied to our family’s side.  I see Him on Zoya’s face.  I see Him as Travis mows Camila’s lawn because that’s something Shah would be doing and he can’t.  God is in every bit of this.  Even when the sadness lodges itself in the back of my throat when I think about the weeks, months, years to follow and what that will look like, I can also see fruit. I see JOY.  Not quite yet…but it’s coming.  Good things are coming.

God will rebuild the old ruins, raise a new city out of this wreckage.  He will give “beauty for ashes and messages of JOY instead of news of doom*.”  Without that faith of renewal, of God’s provision, I have nothing.  We have nothing.  But God will provide.  It says so right in His word, the word I’ve built my entire life upon.  I want to share the news of good things to come.  I want to share the hope of life eternal and an earthly life filled with JOY.

So I will say something while I have the chance…because Shah can’t.  And he would want you to know of God’s great love.

splendid…lindsay

*Isaiah 61:3