Sorry, this is going to be a bit of a ramble on my beliefs and practices. TBH I'm not questioning what I do, I'm quite happy with it - I'm posting more to see if anyone else out there feels the same way I do, because I struggle to explain this IRL and people usually end up looking at me like I've got two heads. 
I was brought up atheist and throughout my life have never believed in god(s), other than a brief conviction in infant school that everyone had got it all wrong and Jesus was clearly a girl.
As an adult I lean towards weak atheism/agnosticism, since I do accept that I can never know for sure whether gods exist, but it just strikes me as vanishingly unlikely. I disbelieve in gods in the same way I believe the sun will come up every morning - on the pilosophical level it's technically open to question, but I don't devote much time to wondering whether I'm wrong. I'm strongly in favour of a secular state, but I've no problem with anyone else's faith (until they start trying to apply their own rules to others). I don't feel the need to argue anyone down for the sake of it.
And yet, and yet.
I believe that spirituality (for want of a better word, since I don't actually believe in the spirit!) is a facet of human psychology, perhaps more important to some people than others. I experience a sense of wonder, elation and profound connection to the world that is sometimes prompted by the amazing things we discover through science, but at other times just seems to ... be. I have adopted some pagan-ish practices, such as following the Wheel of the Year, doing the occasional private ritual and noting moon phases, just because I like it. It grounds me, comforts me and makes me feel more alive. To all intents and purposes, I suppose it's a religious practice. It just doesn't inform my factual understanding of the way the world works. I still don't really think the moon is a goddess - or only in the sense that what we imagine is real in our minds. So I both hold it in a sort of reverence and still know that it's an inanimate lump of rock orbiting the earth. I don't really see why spiritual feelings have to explain how the world works, or provide rules on how we have to live other areas of our lives.
Being open to these feelings makes me a happier person and a better fiction writer. But I feel kind of embarrassed about them and don't often share them with people IRL, because everyone I know seems to fall into one or two camps - they either genuinely believe that there's more to the world than science can ever explain, or they reckon spirituality is unnecessary and a bit silly. I can't seem to drum up any support for the idea that knowingly made-up stuff can still be personally meaningful. (Maybe because it takes me half an hour of waffle to explain what I mean...)
Is there anyone else out there making peace with the whole idea of having imaginary friends?