Keith Callister, Holladay, UT (2026)

08/28/2024

In July of 2017 I broke my leg while hiking down from the top of Mount Olympus

If you talk to me for any real amount of time you will hear about it, it’s a major event in my life, like getting married or having kids or going on one of those Mormon mission things.

Not because it was the only time I have broken a bone. (I have broken more bones than I like to admit.)

And not just because it resulted in having a titanium rod and four screws in my tibia. (which it did.)

And not even just because they had to send the helicopter to fly me down the mountain. (which is its own story entirely.)

But because breaking my leg on Mt Olympus changed my life irrevocably.

In the aftermath of the leg break I was confined to my bed with my leg elevated for 6 weeks, during which time it occurred to me that the life I was living was not making me happy. It occurred to me that I was in fact ridiculously unhappy. And that didn’t make any sense, because I had it all, the family, the house, the job, the freedom.

I. HAD. IT. ALL.

And I was miserable, and in the following years I systematically dismantled my life, and learned how to live for myself and not just as a character in other people’s stories.

Another way to say it was that I burned my life down in spectacular fashion.

I made choices that made no sense to a lot of people.

I made choices that were incredibly constructive.

And I made choices that were incredibly destructive.

All in the search for the life I wanted.

Therefore, breaking my leg changed everything…

So from where I am standing…

Mount Olympus changed everything.

Without that leg break I would not have realized just how much of my life was being lived for people other than me, and without that realization I never would have developed the courage to make decisions for myself based on my own happiness.

Last year I made the painful decision to sell a company that I had poured all of myself into, a company I thought would be my baby for the rest of my life. Somewhere along the way though it became clear that for me that selling the company was the only real way to leave some things behind and move towards the life I want.

Sometimes the decisions that are best for us are the hardest ones to make.

And now a year has passed and certain agreements have passed and I find myself back in a position to do something I love, and something I am good at (in addition of course to continuing to help my delightful people with their real estate needs)

And that thing is being a Real Estate Broker.

So behold! My new company.

Olympus Real Estate.

Named after the mountain where my life changed.

A mountain I secretly love, but will say terrible things about.

A mountain that somewhere deep in my heart I will always call home.

A mountain at the foot of which I am posting this announcement.

Carry on.

08/02/2024

I saw a lot of posts over the last few days.

Posts making claims about a particular boxing match in the Olympics.

Posts that had very particular intentions, these intentions being dividing us.

Every time I saw one of these posts it made my blood boil, mostly because the language used was further intended to create divides and marginalize a group of people who do not need to be pushed further outside of society.

Let me state emphatically that Trans people are people who are worthy of our love and respect, they are just people trying to live their lives in the best way they can while navigating something very few of us will ever understand. Something that I can only imagine is harder than anything I have ever had to contend with about myself.

We are all just people.

We are all doing the best we can.

But this…

This claim that an Olympic boxer is a Trans woman, and that is why she excels at her sport.

And more importantly the terribly ugly rhetoric that has surrounded it from too many people on my feed.

Has told me a lot of things.

I mean there is the whole bit about actually checking your facts and knowing what the hell you are talking about, and that many of you are not really looking deeper into the things you see on the internet, which alone is terrifying to me.

But mostly it’s that some of you need a whole lot more compassion in your lives.

When we look at people who are not like us, people that we might not understand or God forbid people that make us uncomfortable because they are different than we are and our immediate response is anger and fear and attempts to isolate them, we are telling on ourselves in a very real way.

It reminds me of the old question, that when you squeeze an orange the only thing that can come out of the orange is orange juice. Because that is what’s inside the orange.

This week I saw a lot of people who are carrying around a lot of things inside of them. Things that I think are ugly and shouldn’t have a place in our society.

I not only saw the bullying of an athlete for excelling at her sport, but I saw the dehumanization of this person, and an entire group of people.

An entire cohort of human beings was being treated as less than human, all because of what?

Because they want to live their life in a way that makes them feel more comfortable in their own skin.

This isn’t a whole piece about “can’t we all just get along?” I’m asking for something deeper than that. Look inside of yourself when you feel the pressure, especially when you feel the pressure about how you feel about the way someone who is not you is living their life.

And ask yourself why you feel the way you do.

And if all that is coming out is fear and anger and a desire to marginalize and hide the things that make you uncomfortable I would encourage you to look inside even further.

Because the truth is, none of this has anything to do with those people that you don’t understand.

And it has everything to do with you.

07/29/2024

I know all last week I went on and on about triggers and intrinsic versus extrinsic triggers and so on and so on.

And because I was focused on these things I ended up noticing a lot of things.

Like that thing where when you are wanting to buy a new car, you start to see that car everywhere.

I started noticing information about triggers all over the place.

And an important distinction was presented to me and I kind of loved it, so you all get to hear about it.

A trigger by its nature is something that without context is a neutral action.

If someone slaps you in the face, that’s not a trigger, that’s assault.

But if someone doesn’t call you right when they said they would call you?

If you remove all the context, that is a neutral action, not calling someone is a neutral action, now we have all sorts of emotions that surround that action, we might feel like we weren’t considered, we might feel like that person is lying to us or hiding something. We might feel like that person dies in a fiery car crash…

Someone not touching base is one of those things that has triggered me for a long time. Back when I was married if Tia didn’t let me know she was on her way, or didn't’ get home roughly when I thought she would I would start to spiral.

I would start to tell myself stories about why she wasn’t home on time, none of which involved normal things like traffic or stopping at the grocery store or anything that was most likely.

I always assumed she died in a fiery car crash.

Spoiler Alert: Tia is alive and well.

But because of my past, and because of the ways in which I lost my brother and my father I created a story, and that story was triggered by a neutral action on her part.

And for a long time I tried to get her to change her behavior to ease the emotional unease that I was feeling, but that wasn't really her responsibility was it? It was my responsibility to recognize when I started to spiral out, and take measures to work through my own discomfort.

And that is really the moral of all of these posts.

Our triggers are not someone else’s responsibility.

We can’t create a life where we remove all the neutral actions of others to create our own comfort.

Now I feel like I might be opening a can of worms, so maybe tomorrow I’ll write a bit about a terrifying topic.

Personal responsibility.

04/10/2024

Yesterday…

The expletives I want to use to describe my day yesterday are legion.

The day began like any other, full of giving kids rides to school and getting ready to go to work, and as I was mere blocks from my office, slowing down for a red light a car clipped my rear driver side unalterably changing the course of my day.

Once you find yourself in a day that has had a major left turn sometimes it is hard to pull out of that turn, and as the day wore on, there were numerous little things that just continued creating stress and strain.

Delays from my car insurance company.

High odds they are going to call my car a loss, which might mean I have to re-enter the world of car payments.

Not having a car at my disposal and the anxiety that comes with that.

Someone treating me with disrespect in the middle of all of this.

Walking a few miles to try and take care of all the things.

Forgetting about important appointments and trying to figure out how to make it happen (much thanks to Tia for helping solve this one)

And then when I was making dinner I may have irrevocably broken my nice expensive blender.

It was the blender that sort of broke the camels’ back for me.

It was just this stupid little thing that told me that I needed to write the day off, and if it had not been for the kindness of some important people in my life I don’t know how much effort I would be able to put into today.

But I have some wonderful people in my life that made offers to help and gave me space to be a whiny baby about all of it, which helped me keep my head up and keep my feet on the ground until I got through the day.

And then as I was wrapping up the day, one of these amazing people really summed it up when they said…

“It is definitely okay to recognize that some days are fu**ed, and cannot be unfu**ed.”

And that sentence really just kind of let me let go of the last of the tension that was living in my body at the time, because she was right. There are times when you just need to call the day a loss, and go get some sleep and wake up the next day ready to deal with all the things that come your way.

So that’s what I’m doing.

And here I am today, leaving yesterday behind me and looking forward to what is on the horizon.

And it looks pretty damn good.

04/01/2024

In late 2021 I did a program.

I didn’t write about it.

I didn’t post about it.

And when I finished I wrote a piece that I never published.

Because it just didn’t feel right. And this was very strange to me, because I love attention the way most people love oxygen. And here I was, having accomplished an incredibly difficult program, and there was this part of me that was thirsty for the recognition that comes with telling people about it.

The program is called 75 Hard and it’s a pretty intense situation, IYKYK.

And this morning as I was reading a book about procrastination it hit me why it was something I didn’t post about even though at the time I was writing and posting daily.

It was because most of the program was easy for me.

75 days, no breaks, no rest days, no cheat days, just 75 days of doing 6 things…

Two 45 minute workouts every single day one of which has to be outside? No problem. I mean I had some late night outdoor workouts but it wasn’t a huge deal.

Read 10 pages of a non-fiction book every day? I was already doing that anyway.

Drink a gallon of water every day? Okay, I can do that, I am going to p*e a lot (which I did) but not a problem.

No alcohol? I mean, it was tough, but fully doable.

Take a progress photo every day? This one was a little harder for me because I hate getting my picture taken.

All of these things were fine, it was the sixth item, the sixth thing, that tripped me up, I mean I did it, but I didn’t really challenge myself with it.

The sixth thing is following a diet, any diet at all, and not giving yourself any cheat meals.

And I think this is the part that I didn’t do to the full measure of what I could have. I chose a diet, but it was dumb, it was so dumb that I am not even going to tell you what it was. But this morning, over 2 years later it occurred to me that while I technically finished the program, deep down I don’t feel like I went all in.

Which is why I didn’t talk about it.

And here I am, considering doing it all over again, but not phoning in any portion of the program, because anything you do is really only as effective as how you do it.

So I have been considering going back through the program.

And doing it full out this time.

Because there are things I need to prove to myself sometimes.

And sometimes those things are ridiculous, but necessary for me to believe in myself.

03/18/2024

This house is still available! Awesome 3 bed 3 bath home in Eagle Mountain! Hit me for more details.

02/05/2024

Reaching a goal is an interesting experience.

Sometimes it is underwhelming.

Sometimes it is incredibly gratifying.

Sometimes it is neither.

But every time you reach a goal there is a question you ask yourself.

What now?

What comes after you have reached the goal?

This is where a lot of people get stuck. They either move the goalposts and increase what was necessary to attain the goal, or they take the dissatisfaction and decide to not have any goals for a while because ultimately reaching the goal didn't feel like they thought it would.

For me I have been sitting with the question of “What now?”

The last year has been full of change and ups and downs and hitting milestones. I sold my company, I finalized my divorce, I finished writing the book, I lost a bit of weight, I improved my relationship with my kiddos…

And now I have nothing but wide open space ahead of me.

I took the last few days off of writing, I gave myself a bit of a break, I slept in and didn’t do all my ritual habit stuff that drives my day. And now today I look at what’s next and realize that it can be whatever I want it to be.

I guess it’s time for me to take a look at what I want, and set some goals in that direction.

Stay tuned.

02/01/2024

105,442 Words…

295 Pages…

537,027 Characters Typed…

And I can finally say…

It is finished.

I started writing the first chapters of what would become this book in July of 2020, it was an entirely different concept back then but because a close friend pushed me I started writing a memoir about my life.

Thais was before so many things that have changed my life had happened and ultimately like many authors I just sort of let the book take a back seat to the rest of my life, and I went along living and doing and seeing what life was.

Always saying stupid things like “one of these days I’ll finish writing that book that I keep threatening to write.”

And yesterday when I wrote the final words of the epilogue I exhaled.

And then I had no idea what to do.

I mean yeah I have to get the manuscript edited for flow and continuity.

And then I have to edit for content, because I’m not sure I want everyone knowing all the things that I wrote in this thing.

And then I have to figure out if I even want to publish it and what that looks like.

But all of those things are problems for future Keith.

The whole point of the endeavor was to just write the book, and now I have written the book, whatever happens from here is a whole other adventure.

And I am definitely looking forward to it.

01/26/2024

I share a lot on these medias that we call social.

There are those that might say I share too much.

There are those that feel I don’t share enough.

As for me?

I share whatever I feel like sharing, and I keep the other stuff to myself, so in a world where you might try to “Goldilocks” how much to share I feel like I found the space that is “juuust riiiiight.”

So today I am going to share something that may or may not have been on my radar to share.

Most mornings if I have my way I wake up early enough to go to the gym and when I get home from the gym I boil some water and make a french press full of coffee.

I then drink the entire french press through the morning.

Now some of you may be wondering how it is that I keep my coffee warm if I am using a french press? And I will tell you that I have a double wall insulated french press, but even then sometimes I have to warm up my coffee in the old microwave.

I like my french press routine, I think there are a few little routines I have that add a lot of satisfaction to my day.

But lately I have another routine.

One that I don’t love as much.

Every morning these days I open up the microwave to warm up my coffee I am met with…

My cup of coffee from the day before.

It’s like this Groundhog Day feedback loop wherein I remove the old cup of coffee, replace it with a new cup of coffee, set it for one minute, wash the old cup of coffee (because I cannot abide the coffee stain ring on my cups) and promptly forget that I have coffee at all.

Does anyone else do this?

It can’t just be me.

Oh well… time to go break the chain and get that cup of coffee out of the microwave.

Keith Callister

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