I practice a ritual that was forced upon me... every day I have to check my blood glucose at least four times and have to inject insulin everytime before I eat, thanks to Type 1 Diabetes.

I've noticed that I have a number of rituals that I've acquired all on my own. When there's something I like, something that works for me, it seems natural to repeat a series of steps consciously - it's comforting in a way.

I can't walk out my front door without putting my hand in my pocket to make sure my keys are there. Same with the car. Those rituals come from some VERY memorable experiences where I failed to have my keys when I needed them.

Whenever I put on a pair of shoes, I've observed that I start with the left foot. If I don't, it doesn't feel right. I've tried to reverse it and it doesn't feel right. Try it yourself - when you go to put your shoes on, whatever shoe you pick up first, put it down and start with the other.

I wasn't raised with any religious rituals that I remember. It never occurs to me to say "grace" before I eat, even though I eat regularly with a couple who always do it.

I really like your idea of burning your journals as a way to cut with the past, and I’m very sorry about your past trauma. I don’t practice traditional rituals, and I try to practice the less traditional ones when I can, but I found my girls enjoyed – even relied – on our own family rituals. We always began school break evenings by grabbing dinner, piling into my bed, and watching a new anime. I was tickled that they wanted this tradition to continue when they came home for college breaks. It was fun, and we all had a chance to reconnect. Some rituals last just as long as we want them to. During the autumns of senior high, first period of every Friday was a pep rally for the rest of the school - but our group assembled for a pancake breakfast at my house on those days, and I kept flipping as long as they were eating. It was a blast. I think how and whether you celebrate rituals – even birth and death and marriage - should be entirely up to you, and should only be celebrated if they add something of value to your life. They should center and ground you, or cleanse and refresh, but I don’t believe they should be an emotional noose.

On June 6th each year I am quiet and contemplative. I don't plan this, and I was not directly involved in that huge event so many years ago, but I think long and hard about humankind's biggest evolutionary failure. We haven't progressed beyond our propensity to send huge masses of people against each other to kill.

I personally hate them. They are important to many people such a s graduation. I just had no desire for people to tell me what I already know I have done. I could use the time working on the next project!

Yes,I attempt to ignore the whining liberals on this site

I enjoy dressing in crotchless, cupless sexy lingerie before sex. It is a great ritual.

I have kids. Their birthdays and Christmas will do, thanks.

I have no daily or weekly rituals, but I do try to make time to participate in seasonal pagan festivals in the woods celebrating solstices and equinoxes. I also would happily participate in any celebration of a birth, marriage, or memorialization of a life.

It makes sense to me to celebrate/honor the turning of the seasons and the stages of life. I like to do that w the pagan community bc they have a knack for it and bc they accept me and my atheism.

I have the sleep, get up, eat, get ready, and go to work ritual. It seldom changes.

I try to do something that recognizes the winter solstice, and summer.. if I can remember. It’s usually only significant to me, thus lonesome.

My father always keep us in tune with the Solstices, and still will, if I check in with him.. My daughters will check in on a Solstice as well … to remind me, ‘we’re in tune with the world’

Sailing and wilderness camping serve as re-centering rituals for me (in a very informal way).

Strangely enough before I go to sleep, I bless myself, and I don't even believe in god. Old habits die hard.