Since I'm 40, back in 1967 I'd say that my prayer life was still guided by formula. :)
Mine also :) We're around the same age.
My parents had thrown me out of the house. I was sleeping in a bed roll high in the hills of Berkeley, and coming down the hills to make my communion at the Episcopal Church which had a daily celebration.
Now my parents have passed and I have a child older than I was then. And it was never in any of our plans that I would be arguing belligerently for the RCC point of view anywhere.
Moral of story: Make your plans, but hedge your bets, except where Jesus is concerned. There go for broke.
The rest of it will work itself out. Our mission is clear, and as lovely and easy as a child on its mother's breast.
But someone prayed for you many a Rosary. If Christendom stopped praying, the universe would stop. This is why monasticism is vital in our lives.