Somewhere between ceremony and toolbox

Morning. I was thinking about a tea ceremony I attended years ago on the Izu peninsula—how every single prop had a job, even the silence between pours. We've traded that kind of deliberate touch for speed, but I still catch myself building small rituals around the mundane, a certain cup for 7am coffee, a specific notebook for bad ideas. Anyone else still curating their own tiny liturgies, or is that just an old anthropologist's habit?