When I was 4 years old, I embodied a love/hate relationship with water. I loved to run through the sprinkler on a sizzling summer day but hated to take a bath or brush my teeth. I loved watching Whiskers, our cat, lap water from her dish but hated when Mom told me to get a drink of water instead of Kool-Aid. I loved dipping a paint brush in a glass of water before creating beautiful watercolors on typing paper canvases…and hated it when I invariably knocked over the water glass creating a seascape that grew deeper with my tears. You get the idea.

Now transfer that dichotomy to our local swimming pool: the mighty, free-flowing Columbia River, at that time a half-mile wide and for all I knew 10 miles deep. I played gleefully in the rocks and sand, kicking and splashing with total abandon. I even marveled at the young studs who showed their valor by doing the only thing close to daring in our parts: facing that current and swimming the river’s entire breadth. This water was definitely on the “love” side of the scale—until my older sister insisted I learn to swim.

Her passion for getting me to swim was matched only by her frustration that I refused. Repeatedly. Sisters can be sneaky, you know. She knew my love of the water ended at my knees. She also knew I loved playing with the car inner tube Dad had blown up for our beach toy. So one delightful afternoon she offered to take me for a water ride on the inner tube, something I loved almost as much as snow sledding in our annual single inch of snow. But I digress. We whirled and we swished amid squeals and giggles—which stopped short when I realized she had pushed me out into water well above my knees.

“Don’t dump me!” I commanded.

“I won’t,” she assured.

No more had the words cleared her lips than she flipped that tube with a skill of an Olympic athlete pushing for the Gold. I would have screamed, but instinct told me a gulp of air would serve me better at a time like this. My feet searched for the sandy riverbed. Nothing. So I surfaced and did what any self-respecting little river urchin would do. I swam!

Life seems impossible sometimes, doesn’t it? Impossible to discern. Impossible to master. At times, impossible to face. And you want to know the funny-strange thing in all of that? It’s NOT. Nope, it’s not any of those things. The only impossible thing about it is our unwillingness to see the tools and skills we’ve been given to cope, survive, and even thrive amidst it all. Really! Some we learn and some we are born with. Yet they are there, waiting to be recognized and called into play. Like my award winning dog paddle at the age of 4.

Awakening to our own blueprint is a priceless gift we give ourselves, for in that we see the plan. We know at last that we are not here by accident but by design. And that design is fully supported from multiple angles. It’s a perfect design for what each soul intends to experience. Lots of surprises, but no accidents here. Even if you were told from day one that you were an accident, I assure you, my friend, there was nothing accidental about it. We arrive with a lifetime of purpose and design encoded in the strangest places. But for now, let’s stick with the day of your birth.

Each of us is born on a specific day at a particular time in a month and year that to most appears totally accidental. Our parents take credit for the whole thing, whether it was a planned or not. All we did was show up.

Oh, really?

Suppose for a moment that you were one of those babies who made a grand entrance on January 1, 2013. What might you have to look forward to? Well, for starters you will be a leader or teacher in some way, privately or publicly, throughout your lifetime. That’s a 1 day of birth insignia. This is further strengthened by January being the first month of the year. Whenever numbers repeat in relationship to each other, it intensifies the impetus or vibration. So you will not be waiting on the sofa for the rest of the family to get out to the car for that trip to Wonkyland; you’ll be in the car, behind the wheel, looking for the horn. And being born in a 6 Universal Year (2+0+1+3) supported by relationship number 2, family will remain important throughout your life. As you grow older, your Life Purpose (sometimes called Life Path) will start to gain strength and clarity with the powerful number 8 derived from adding all the digits of your birth date (1+1+2+0+1+3). Eight is the master money number, so you will likely already have shown leanings toward finding ways to make money or glean a larger allowance from your parents. Yet it also is a major player for manifestation so whether it making the Dean’s List or creating a new platform for fundraising, you’re on top of it. No doubt the energy of the 3’s creativity and humor would come into play here. The 8 also symbolizes infinity, so this number can result in life patterns repeating…and repeating…until you become aware of them and make the necessary changes to shift them into more positive and productive ways of being. Once that is done, the 8 supports those in becoming long lasting as well. Add to this a birth time of 2: 24 a.m. Again you see an 8 (2+2+4), which will automatically be activated by your 8 Life Purpose number. Your powerful 8 just doubled in strength, just as your number one did through your month and day of birth. So forgive your parents if all they see right now is a little bundle of joy who sleeps, cries, wets, and wakes them for 3:00 a.m. feedings. They in for a surprise! And how that surprise shows up is in your hands and in your numbers.

Now suppose that you are a New Year’s Day baby, only this time born in 1950. You will again exhibit the traits charged by the vibration of the multiple 1. And 1950, another 6 Universal Year, repeats the family and responsibility emphasis as well. Your Life Purpose again adds up to an 8, so what’s different? Or are those born on January 1, 2013, “clones” of those born January 1, 1950? Not hardly, even if the time of birth aligns. You see, January 1, 1950, adds up differently: 1+1+1+9+5+0 = 17/8. Those with this number are known for leaving a legacy behind. They not only hold the creativity and originality of the 1 but the analytical strength of the 7, coupling to create one of the most powerfully intelligent thinkers on the planet. Since the 8 also can present money challenges to overcome, the rise above may be realized through the 5, the number of change, courage, and risk taking. The experience may stir compassion in you for others, supported by the number 9, itself a key number of compassion. Add to all of this the protection of the Divine, as signified by the 0, and a potential life of hardship transforms and sets the stage for a legacy of compassion toward your fellow humans.

Should the you, born in 1950, someday meet the you born in 2013–how’s that for a sci-fi twist?–you would sense a definite connection, an uncommon understanding of one another, yet your lives would appear much different from the outside. You were born in different social times, into different families, and with a different astrological configurations and alignments. Not to mention free will and a small host of other numbers in your total blueprints. Yet the resonance of holding some of the same important blueprint numbers would create a bond.

An important point to remember is that even though we arrive well equipped for this human experience, it truly is our individual choice whether or not we follow the path our soul intended. We can be guided, taught, reminded, and cajoled a thousand ways to awaken to it, but the choice to align with that path remains ours.

So the next time you sense your inner guidance urging you to step into the seemingly impossible, think twice. You can argue with yourself, “You want me to do WHAT?” Or you can take the first step in replacing that sense of impossibility by uncovering your blueprint and knowing that you can. As the saying goes, the life you save may be your own.