Turns out, ZZ plants thrive on neglect. They prefer their soil bone dry before getting a drink, a concept that completely blew my mind. Who knew that sometimes, showing love meant giving space?

This seemingly simple realization became a powerful metaphor in my own life. I tend to be a bit of an over-giver, often pouring my energy into situations and relationships that didn’t serve me. Learning to step back, to create healthy boundaries, and to prioritize my own needs was a game-changer. And just like my resilient ZZ plant, I bounced back stronger than ever.

Lesson #2: Growth Happens on Its Own Time

After the near-drowning incident, I took a more hands-off approach with my plant. I watered it sparingly, gave it the occasional pep talk (yes, I talk to my plants, don’t judge!), and waited for signs of growth. And waited. And waited some more.

While other plant parents boasted about new leaves and flourishing foliage, my ZZ plant seemed content with its current state. I started to doubt my abilities again. Was I doing something wrong? Was my plant destined to remain a static green blob forever?

Then, one day, I noticed it: a tiny, tightly furled new shoot emerging from the soil. It was small, almost insignificant, but it was there – a testament to the plant’s quiet resilience and ability to thrive on its own terms.