Christmas time in New York City is magical. The Rockefeller Christmas tree, all the store decorations. The entire city feels alive. There is nothing like Christmas time in New York City. If you haven’t experienced it, it is a must add to your bucket list.
There was a time when I drank the kool-aid. Bought into the notion that going to school, having a career and working for great companies; that was how life was supposed to be. Get married, buy a house, make car payments. You know the way we were taught in school from an early age to believe that is how we became happy. The American dream. We were told happiness was found in material things and social and economic status. It wasn’t until I found what made me happy that I realized happiness can’t be quantified in the number of cars owned or by what designer clothing we all had to have.