I was lucky and use to live near a big antiques "mall", sort of upscale flea market?
When I would get badly out of sorts, I'd take just $10 and walk down there (have done it in large dollar stores with $1 or the grocery store) and decide I had to find "the" thing calling out to me, the symbol that would resonate with me or what I wanted right then, that moment.
Usually interest in the search and curiosity at what I would find/choose took me out of my nasty space and gave me a bit more hope or shifted something so I could look at things a bit more dispassionately.
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Experience is, for me, the highest authority. The touchstone of validity is my own experience. No other person's ideas, and none of my own ideas, are as authoritative as my experience. It is to experience that I must return again and again, to discover a closer approximation to truth as it is in the process of becoming in me. Neither the Bible nor the prophets -- neither Freud nor research --neither the revelations of God nor man -- can take precedence over my own direct experience. My experience is not authoritative because it is infallible. It is the basis of authority because it can always be checked in new primary ways. In this way its frequent error or fallibility is always open to correction. ~Carl Rogers
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