Unfortunately, I think I'm now an adult

So, in the last few blogs, I've found myself reflecting most often on things of a cultural and political nature. While it has been mentioned to me that these are still interesting topics to certain folks I know read this blog, I find myself somewhat hesitant to post about them.  I am wary at the outset because, in large part, I find opinions to be very personal, and I am increasingly aware how the connected anonymity of the internet lends sharp brutality of rhetoric where I would much prefer compassion or silence, and I do not exclude myself from this indictment. I find myself frustrated and heartbroken at what I witness happening, and what is being done about it by myself, my friends, and others.  I know that, often, some excellent writing has transpired from the "greats" in times of righteous indignation, and that their prose has become inspirational and legendary and, some times, life altering for those who read what they capture in words. The truth is, however, I am...

So, today is my birthday, and--to be clear--the title of this post is not out of sorrow. I legitimately am not wanting cake. Seriously. I have pudim de leite condensado (aka flan) instead, by choice. You see, with the various events that occurred in July (Pictures below), I personally made and frosted (all from scratch) over 380 cupcakes and additional regular cakes. I'm done. No more cake. We received a group from the companion diocese of Indianapolis, there was the anual diocesan fundraiser to support the newest Anglican Social Center (ASC) in Filadelfia (I work at the one in Pedregal), and the whole church (pretty much) celebrated the 15th birthday of one of the girls I work with (BIG deal, see pictures). Then, after all that, I went to Rio for the Olympics. Even if I didn't have a condition that caused fatigue, I have plenty of other reasons to be justifiably tired. But there are still some exciting things ahead for me. I am hopeful that my personal knowledge of this ...