Bully for you! I returned to Jesus late in life, having been a confirmed atheist for 40 years. (For 40 years I wandered in the wilderness. The similarity is not lost on me.) When I was baptized, I simply stopped with the casual cursing that was the norm at a mostly-male workplace. Cold turkey. I will sometimes launch on a good one if I am sufficiently infuriated by modern times and "boobism," but I try to reach for the British upper-class invective. However, when it comes to robot calls, I offer no mercy. But that's between me and the electrons.

I do say grace at a restaurant. Usually, it is of note to no one. But I have schooled myself to be indifferent to popular attitudes when somebody asks me a question about a current topic. I absolutely loathe walking on eggshells. I won't do it. That doesn't mean I go around stomping, but I don't pussy-foot. Without going into a story, I learned an interesting and useful thing: As long as you are pleasant and engaging, you can deliver even disappointing news to someone and they will take it well.