Chapter Twenty-Six
The candles were lit. A soothing playlist hummed in the background. The tub was almost full. Amelia checked the temperature. Perfect. Like most people who suffered a burnout, Amelia had gone down a search engine rabbit hole to unearth the secret to making herself feel better. She’d soon been bombarded with ads promoting this kind of advanced mindfulness s***h yoga s***h relaxation exercise and that kind of magic potion to be applied to her temples twice each day to put her mind at ease, all of which had been easy enough for Amelia to ignore because she wasn’t going to fall down the trap of consumerism even more. She couldn’t rail against the fallacies of capitalism while spending money earned doing a job that had, ultimately, left her so empty and disillusioned. It just
