Philanthropista

Originally published on Medium March 25th, 2019  ‘Our energy is infinite’ I murmured to myself as I sat down on the couch at 11:43pm, directly beside a pile of socks that had been waiting for me to play matchmaker and find their other half. It’s incredible the amount of socks that exist for my family of four. Assuming everyone has two feet, and at least 7 pairs each so we don’t have to do laundry mid-week, that’s 98 socks making up the small mountain next to me. I closed my eyes and basked in the silence that comes at this hour when my children have finally fallen asleep: it’s the most beautiful not-noise I have ever heard. And although I try to talk myself into this self help mantra of infinite energy and being a super mom with super powers, the reality is, I’m just a human. Just a girl in the world, one who’s culture of success led me to believe that I was a failure because I could not push through the exhaustion of motherhood and a career, to make the time and mental space...