From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Mama
Let’s be honest, I used to be the grim reaper of the plant world. I’m talking wilting basil, droopy ferns, and cacti that looked like they’d rather be on Mars. If it was green and needed watering, it stood no chance in my apartment. But then something magical happened. Or maybe I just discovered self-watering pots. Whatever it was, I’m now a proud plant mama to a whole jungle of leafy, blooming, thriving plant babies.
Remember those college roommates who stole your clothes and left dirty dishes everywhere? Plants are the opposite. They’re like those quiet, introverted friends who are just happy to be included. They don’t hog the bathroom, they never borrow your clothes without asking (looking at you, ferns!), and they’ll happily listen to you vent about your day without interrupting with unsolicited advice.
Okay, except for my fern, Ferdinand. He’s a bit of a diva. Needs constant misting, throws a fit if he doesn’t get enough indirect sunlight. But hey, even plant parents need a little drama in their lives, right?
Why Talk Therapy When You Can Talk to Your Plants?
I’m convinced plants are the best therapists. They never judge your questionable life choices or your questionable taste in reality TV. Need to vent about your boss? Tell it to the succulents. Feeling stressed about that big presentation? Confide in your cacti. They’re always there to lend a (figurative) ear and offer silent, leafy support.
Plus, studies show that being around plants can reduce stress and boost your mood. So, it’s basically self-care, right? Just don’t expect them to offer solutions. They’re great listeners, but terrible advice-givers.
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