I read novels penned by the Bronte sisters for similar reasons people might polar dip in icy waters. There’s a shock in both that alerts the senses. When I read these classics, I’m reminded that my generational mantra which says I deserve to do what feels best for me is not the only option I have. Without a doubt, this idea is appealing and I indulge. I spend too much, inhale chicken pad thai, and drop friends that take more than give. We leave our spouses when the feelings fade, numb out to Netflix, and laugh away our lack of discipline with a personality number. Commercials say we deserve it,…