Atheist born-again experience?

Recently, I have been writing like crazy. I feel fantastic when I am actively writing, editing, and revising my own work. It feels like I am high, an absolutely euphoric feeling.

And then when I’m finished with a piece, that high gets replaced with emptiness and melancholy. My other interests — not even art — don’t seem to fill that hole in my soul the same way.

It occurred to me today that maybe this is how people feel when they “find religion” — highly emotional, excited, euphoric, wanting to share everything with everybody, impatience and not wanting to wait for people to respond on their own timelines, a feeling of everything happening all at once right now, and absolutely overwhelming feelings of love for others.

Have I just had an atheist born again experience? I joke that my Sunday mornings that I spend writing on my patio with coffee and piñon are called “church”… but maybe that’s not entirely wrong.