Amber L. Carter
Writer. Professional Intuitive. Pop Culture Obsessive.


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Fitting in.

“Don’t let them do that to you,” he lectured one afternoon, when I was feeling so defeated that I couldn’t even remember what it was that I actually liked about myself. “Don’t let them convince you that you’re not good enough. I mean, at the end of the day, are these really the people that you wanna impress? Like, really? You wanna live in Okoboji for the rest of your life and become best friends with someone with Marni and marry someone like Perry? You’d kill yourself. Look, it’s not that you don’t fit in here…it’s that this place doesn’t fit you.”

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Someday I’ll Create a Webinar About This, So Get Excited About THAT

Which all brings it back to the beginning: What’s worth more to me? Staying in my old, easy habits, or - like CJ, my other imaginary best friend, says - getting my life? Today I tested it out in a real and tangible way with a Pumpkin Spice Latte, because for some reason I have such a dumb emotional attachment to that stupid drink, and I think about it all the time when I’m like, “OMG, I’m gonna totally make myself over and be the picture of perfect health and fitness and nothing is going to stop me...except when the Pumpkin Spice Lattes come out in the fall, and then all bets are off!!!” So today, I got one. And you know what I realized? I don’t even like it all that much. Am I changing? Growing? Maturing? Who is this new me who is suddenly craving the gym? Who is all like, “Oh, am I in a bad mood? Guess I just need to work out and get those endorphins flowing, hahahaha!” Before you know it, I’m gonna be posting about my new recipes that are all healthy alternatives to your favorite Chipotle order, and doing #SponCon for this great new smoothie mix that totally gives me so much energy during my workouts AND keeps my hair silky and shiny! Are we ready for her? Are we ready for this new AC to step into her power like that? 

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Get ready to get "Control" by Janet Jackson stuck in your head OMG you're so welcome

Which is ironic, because it’s actually also very easy for me to get mired in the excuses and the whining, because then I don’t have to actually take any responsibility for my own life and I can just pretend that I’m not doing ___ or ____ because it’s all ___’s fault. Have you ever tried that? It’s so easy! You just shrug your shoulders, throw up your hands, and go, “Eh, guess I can’t reach my dreams because I have meetings all day. I tried, I guess!” It feels very, very cool to get to just blame everything and everyone else instead of forcing yourself to take accountability for your own circumstances. 

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Out of Breath

But then one afternoon I was hanging out on the treadmill, speed-walking like a champ, when I could feel myself getting out of breath. Since I was on a time crunch, I didn’t want to lower the speed and make my workout longer. Instead, I thought about the breath work exercises I had been studying the week before, and casually started to practice them to see if that would help.

And all of a sudden, it all CLICKED.

Cardio as BREATH WORK.

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Obviously fans of Max Lucado might feel personally attacked by this post. I only semi-apologize for that.

It’s quiet. It’s early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming.

And so many times, I’ve been all, “I don’t care about any of that stuff anymore! I’m just going to blog like I used to, when it was fun and I shared everything and didn’t care who was reading it or whether it fit into a niche or could be monetized into an ebook!” And I would start for a little bit, and then I would stop. Start, and then stop. Start, and then, whoops!, stop. That’s basically been my whole adult life - starting and stopping, starting and then going on to the next thing, starting that and then stopping for another thing. And you know what? SO. WHAT. I used to get so annoyed at my own lack of consistency or follow-through and used to regard it as one of my biggest personal flaws, but about two weeks ago I was like, “Who GIVES a shit - it’s not like I swore I would find the cure to cancer and then was like, ‘Yo, peace out, I’m now putting all my time into Yogilates’. Literally nobody was standing around, hoping I could help save their life with my blogging.”

Which is all to say: Today is a new f*cking day, and I’m starting something new.

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