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Remember when you were just a little tyke? Remember Christmas Eve? I do. I can, clear as day remember standing in the middle of the hall of my house. My brother and I pulling our pyjamas bottoms down low and our shirts to our knees so that it looked as if we had tiny short legs. We would laugh so hard, our bellies would actually hurt. I can see my mom standing tall arms on her hips, in almost a superman post. She had a firm voice but a loving smirk as well…

“Time for bed! Santa is coming but only if you are asleep!”

I think my brother had stopped believing but kept up the magic for me. I would stall a little longer, waiting till the last moment before I was physically placed in my 10x12 space.

I would crawl into bed and try and hold out for morning, one eye open and one closed. Kind of like an old west movie… you never know who would attack or surprise you… Santa?

I would wake up at 3:55 that morning, Christmas day. No problem, no yawns, no complaints. Springing from my bed, waiting to hear my brother. Was he up? It’s was so dark outside! I had only slept for 3 or 4 hours but I felt well rested, like I had returned from a vacation.

Many of us can’t remember those feelings! We can’t fathom the idea of getting up early. I can.

Today, I started my 22 day challenge. This morning I sprang from bed at 4:39am, no problem. Why? Because I have a purpose and with a true purpose comes a powerful passion. One that rivals that of the childhood anticipation of Santa’s arrival.

Do you have one? I hope so, because if you can find one, you will find a way to change the world!

I will keep track of the 22 day challenge here on the STUpendous BLOG! Check back, start your own, today!

I think I hear bells… Santa is that you? Woo hoo, life can be brilliant!