In addition to the collective cultural mourning customs, I am finding comfort in going back to some of my solitary rituals. Though I'm generally not opposed to change, in the midst of so much of it (and that of the life-altering nature) it's soothes my soul to indulge the creature of habit I know myself to be. In little ways, like:
[walks to/from the bus stop]
And on Monday mornings: Post Secret. What regular activities are your little indulgences?