Reflecting upon nearly two months without posting, observing myself, reassessing my faith—the matter of stepping away concurrently passing with a return to college. I was taking 3 classes (11 credit hours), losing touch with my daily Mass, even my daily Rosary, as well as exercising and stretching routines. It was intentional. Observing myself at sixty years of age. I do think I overextended myself. Next collegiate semester, I was going to continue the pace, however I decided to drop a Monday-Thursday Spanish class. I want to fully concentrate on a Shakespeare class with an intriguing professor. Grace Tiffany is a Shakespeare scholar and author of historical novels dealing with the time of Shakespeare and Globe Theater. Currently, I am reading Ms. Tiffany’s ‘Gunpowder Percy’—a story centering upon the Gunpowder Plot of 1605. Unexpectedly, I discovered a story I am convinced is written by an author fully steeped in Catholicism. I am fascinated. I will also be taking an online course dealing with the effects of substance abuse upon society and individuals. I will be able to return to daily Mass, my Rosary, and exercise. The first semester was a success with the realization the educational process of becoming a teacher must not be rushed. Fine tuning and proper development are essential. I thought I might touch upon deeper subjects, namely Catholicism and world views yet I find myself hesitant. I would rather say little. I am subscribing to America: The Jesuit Review. Several years in the not-so-distant past that would have been an outrage. I am still reading the Remnant Newspaper while drawing away from harsh opinions. I felt God was doing something with me when the Shakespeare class was presented to me. The presenter was my academic advisor. A young man with rainbow flags, Hillary Clinton, and Ruth Ginsberg adorning his walls. The young man is a blessing in my life. Changes are happening. I will embrace them.