Think back to your childhood. It’s Christmas Eve. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You lay, staring at the ceiling, trying to hush your mind so Christmas can be here.
You open your eyes. Not like normal days, where the lids seems to take the strength of an army to lift. Today, they fly open like a cork popping out of a bottle of champagne.
It doesn’t matter that you hardly slept. It doesn’t matter that the sun isn’t up yet. It doesn’t matter that the room is cold. Before you can finish your first full breath, you throw back the covers and bounce out the door and down the hall.
Don’t you wish you could have felt that excited to wake up today?