So, I’ve been meaning to share a bit about my recent tangle with the 8 of Coins. It wasn’t some big, dramatic tarot reading, more like a slow burn realization that hit me when I was just shuffling through my deck one evening, feeling a bit… stuck, you know?
I’d been putting off this one particular project for ages. It’s this detailed craft thing I wanted to get good at, involves a lot of tiny, repetitive steps. Every time I thought about starting, I’d just feel this wave of “ugh, too much work” wash over me. Sound familiar? I bet it does. We all have those tasks, right? The ones that sit on the back burner, gathering dust and guilt.
Anyway, I pull out the 8 of Coins. And I just sat there, looking at it. The fella on the card, he’s just there, hammering away at his pentacles, completely absorbed. No audience, no fanfare, just doing the work. And it sort of clicked for me. I wasn’t seeing the value in the process, only stressing about the imagined perfection of the end result, which, of course, made me never want to start.
My Little Experiment
So, I decided to try something. I told myself, “Okay, just for this week, you’re going to be that guy on the card.” I didn’t set any grand goals. My only rule was to sit down with that craft project for one hour every single day. Rain or shine, tired or not. Just show up and do the thing.
The first couple of days? Honestly, they were a drag. I’d be watching the clock, my mind would wander, I’d mess things up. It felt like I was just going through the motions. I nearly gave up, thinking, “This is stupid, I’m not cut out for this detail-oriented stuff.” I’ve had that thought before, plenty of times with other things I’ve tried to learn. It’s my go-to excuse, really.
But I remembered that card. The quiet focus. The dedication. So, I kept at it. I forced myself to just focus on the one tiny piece I was working on at that moment, not the whole overwhelming mountain of it. I actually started to notice the small details, the way the material felt, the rhythm of the tools.
And you know what? By day four or five, something shifted. I found myself actually looking forward to that hour. It became this little pocket of calm in my day. I wasn’t producing masterpieces, not by a long shot. Some of my attempts were still pretty wonky. But I was making things. I was learning. My hands were getting more skilled, almost without me realizing it.
It’s funny, because I always thought I needed some big inspiration, some lightning bolt moment to get good at something creative. Turns out, for me at least, the 8 of Coins was right. It’s about the grind. It’s about showing up, putting in the reps, and finding satisfaction in the work itself, not just the applause at the end. It’s not glamorous, but man, it actually works. Who knew, right? Just chipping away, coin by coin.
