From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, folks. I used to be a certified plant killer. I’m talking Sahara Desert levels of dryness in my apartment. If a plant even dared to wilt in my presence, I considered it a personal attack. My thumbs were decidedly not green. Then, something magical happened. My well-meaning friend, bless her soul, gifted me a resilient little snake plant for my birthday.
The Unexpected Benefits of Plant Parenthood
Fast forward to today, and my apartment is practically a jungle. I’ve discovered that being a plant parent comes with a whole host of unexpected perks:
Stress Relief (No Xanax Required!)
Remember those adult coloring books that were all the rage? Yeah, plant parenting is like that, but way cooler. There’s something incredibly therapeutic about digging your hands in soil, pruning leaves, and just generally tending to your green babies. It’s like meditation, but with more oxygen and fewer awkward chanting sessions.