The day I found out about my Life Path number
So I stumbled upon this numerology thing about Life Path numbers a couple years back. Went online, punched in my birthdate – July 15, 1983 – did the math (7+1+5+1+9+8+3=35, then 3+5=8), and bam. Life Path 8. Felt kinda random, honestly. Figured it was just internet fluff.
Hitting a wall (again)
Kept grinding at my sales job, chasing promotions and bonuses, but man… felt like running in mud. Bosses kept talking “potential,” but my bank account? Not talking much. Felt stuck in this loop. Work hard, get some results, plateau. Repeat. That “8 energy” everyone talked about? Zero point zero. Mostly just felt exhausted.
Getting serious about understanding LP8
Finally snapped. Decided if this Life Path 8 thing was supposed to mean power, money, authority – whatever – I needed to actually learn about it. Spent nights Googling, reading forums, ordering used books online. The core message for an 8? Stop waiting around. The universe doesn’t hand you cash just ’cause you showed up. Gotta build something real.
My 6-step “no more excuses” plan
Okay, fine. Theory’s cool, but what do I do? I wasn’t gonna join some expensive mastermind group. So I made my own damn steps, based on what clicked from my reading:
- Step 1: Own the damn Vision. Seriously. No more vague “I wanna do good.” I locked myself in Starbucks one Sunday. Ordered one overpriced coffee and scribbled down exactly what “success” looked like for me: Double my salary? Check. Launch a side hustle before year-end? Check. Buy a rental property? Hell yes. Wrote it down like it already happened.
- Step 2: Drop the Wishful Thinking. This one stung. I had a drawer full of half-finished business plans and forgotten online courses. Stopped chasing shiny objects. Picked one thing: scaling the side hustle I already dabbled in (copywriting). Said “no” to every other “opportunity” that popped up. Focus felt brutal but necessary.
- Step 3: Swap Lazy Habits for Hustle. Took a hard look at my evenings and weekends. Binge-watching Netflix? Playing Xbox? Nah. Replaced an hour a night with hustling. Sent cold emails, wrote blog posts for my site, networked online. Evenings became “building time.” Felt awkward as hell at first.
- Step 4: Build Real Muscle (Not Just Talking). 8s are supposed to be leaders, right? Problem: I hated conflict, avoided tough decisions. So I started small. Started saying what I really thought in team meetings. Didn’t sugarcoat. Made an unpopular (but needed) call on a client project. My hands were shaking. But people started listening differently.
- Step 5: Play to Win, Always. Old me saw setbacks as “signs” to quit. Lost a big freelance client? New mindset: “Okay, why did I lose them, and how fast can I replace that income?” Didn’t cry over spilled milk. Revised my pitch, identified weak spots, hustled harder the next week. Saw everything as a learning moment, not a failure.
- Step 6: Charge Your Worth. Don’t Apologize. This one took guts. Looked at my rates compared to others. Realized I was charging peanuts out of fear. Doubled my freelance rate overnight. For the bravest clients, even tripled it. Heart pounded every time I hit “send” on that new proposal. Shockingly? More people said yes than no. Turns out, confidence (backed by results) sells.
The messy, real-world results
It wasn’t magic. No lightning bolts. Took months of grinding Step 3. Felt awkward implementing Step 4. Had moments doubting Step 6. But slowly, things shifted. The side hustle income crept up. Passed my old salary about 9 months in. Got put on bigger, badder projects at the day job because they saw me stepping up (Step 4!). Boss actually used the word “leadership” – weird. Bought that first small rental property last fall. Still feels surreal.
Where I’m at now
Am I some mega-millionaire LP8 powerhouse? Nah. But am I living a hell of a lot closer to that original vision scribbled in Starbucks? Absolutely. The biggest change? I stopped waiting for permission or luck. Life Path 8 works when you work – strategically, bravely, persistently. These steps? They’re not theoretical. They’re the shovel I used to dig myself out of that rut. Still use ’em every week. Still get scared sometimes. Keep digging anyway.
