Whenever I'm depressed or overwhelmed by financial frustration; I go to the library.
I run my fingers over the spines of the books. I fill my arms with books on whatever strikes my fancy. Often YA fantasy for an escapist read; but I'm also a fan of nonfiction. (My daughter calls these "end of the world books") I read classics. (I should read more classics than I do...) I look for something decadent, and something weighty to balance things out. I seek out well loved authors and unknowns. I choose them based on cover or because they've been on my To Be Read list or because I recognize the author. I snag books with interesting titles.
When I have a comforting load, I skim through movies.
I don't restrict myself. I choose something I've seen before...a lighthearted, feel good movie like Big or Fools Rush In. Or a feel good tearjerker like Titanic or just a plain old tearjerker like "My Sister's Keeper". Or something tense. Or something I haven't seen before.
The options are endless.
I come home, my soul somewhat soothed. And then I curl up surrounded by words and stories, snuggle my dog and/or the kids and I read.
And feel insanely rich.
I have an ereader. But as nice as it is to bring a library with me everywhere I go, nothing seems to compare to visiting the library and bringing a small selection home.