About 6 years ago now, my first Pure Barre studio was in the works. I had signed my franchise agreement, scheduled my move to COS, and was spending my days trying to graduate college and begin my future. If you’ve never read the story, feel free to scroll far back in the Business section of this blog and get the full scoop from 2014. If you told me back then that I would one day be closed because of a global pandemic, well, I wouldn’t have known how to handle that.

My Tell All Pure Barre Story

There are so many pieces of my Pure Barre story that no one knows, even though I feel like I’ve shared so many of them in this online space. Yes, my story is unusual, just as any good story is, but there have been so many moments that are undeniably God and irrevocably good, even when they seemed confusing as all get out while they were happening. Every year on March 7, I’m reminded of one of those moments. Well, three, to be exact. March 7 is the day that reminds me how seeds get planted and what they can turn into.