No, I'm not about to devolve into any sort of absurd superstitious drivel. You don't have to worry about that even though some are apparently counting on magic to make it happen. I couldn't take a vacation from being an atheist any more than I could take one from being human.
What I did take a vacation from, unintentionally, was thinking about atheism. Has you asked me a couple weeks ago whether I could do such a thing, I probably would have said no. Had I tried to do it, I suspect that I would have failed. But it just sort of happened, and I enjoyed the experience.
I'll give some brief context. This is easily my busiest time of the year at work. I dread it every year, and it seems to get a bit worse each time around. Amidst this chaos, unexpected house guests descended upon me. I lost what little free time I had been able to carve out for myself.
This is what I mean when I say that my vacation from thinking about atheism was unintentional. Not only did I not think about it, but I didn't notice I wasn't thinking about it until now. I posted a few items I had in the queue but didn't have time to re-read them, to follow recent comments, check email, read my favorite blogs, or even open my RSS aggregator.
It was almost as if I had a brief taste of life after atheism where I did not think about it because I didn't need to. Yes, I know the reality of it is that I didn't think about much of anything because I didn't have time to do so. Still, this is the closest I've had in some time to a vacation from atheism.
What the heck does this mean? I haven't quite figured that out yet. I have only a vague sense that this realization doesn't bode well.
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