Today marks the first day of my being a completely, 100% out atheist. Including the family!
You know what? It wasn’t terrifying at all. In fact, it was a huge relief. It certainly wasn’t so dread-worthy that it required over a decade of pussy-footing around. I feel like a dunce for not doing it earlier, at my own discretion.
When you’re in a closet, all you see is one door. It’s a big, imposing door and it’s right in your face. All you can think about is what’s behind that stupid thing? What if it’s no good? What if everyone on the other side wants you to stay in there? Will it be like before?
At some point, however, that stupid door opens. You’ve hyped it in your head so intensely for so long that the reality is…underwhelming.
And then you blink and stand in the light and it feels so damn good!
And you see people that love you.
And there are more doors, stretching in the hallway beyond, but these doors are open and nonthreatening and there’s so damn many of them!
That there is the future, my friend.