Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Get Your Green Thumb On)




From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent

Okay, confession time. I used to be a notorious plant killer. Like, give-it-two-weeks-and-it’s-wilting-faster-than-my-enthusiasm kind of plant killer. I thought I was cursed. Plants would shudder as I walked by. But then, something changed. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a desperate plea for some life in my apartment that wasn’t my goldfish, Bubbles (who, by the way, is thriving). Whatever it was, I decided to give this whole plant thing another shot. And let me tell you, I’ve been missing out.

Plants Are the Chillest Roommates (Unless You Overwater Them)

Forget noisy neighbors or passive-aggressive roommates leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Plants are the epitome of low-maintenance living. They don’t care if you blast your 90s playlist while doing your best (worst?) dance moves. They won’t judge your questionable late-night snack choices. And the best part? They’re always down to listen (or, well, photosynthesize quietly) while you spill your heart out about your day.

Pro-tip from a reformed plant killer: Learn the fine art of watering. Seriously, it’s a thing. Overwatering is the quickest way to send your leafy friend to plant heaven. When in doubt, stick your finger in the soil. If it’s dry, give it a drink. If not, back away slowly and admire its resilience.

Joy #2: They’re Basically Tiny Green Therapists

Okay, maybe not actually therapists (although, I’m sure Bubbles would have a lot to say if he could). But there’s something incredibly therapeutic about caring for another living thing. The simple act of watering, repotting, or even just taking a moment to appreciate their growth can be surprisingly grounding. Plus, studies have shown that being around plants can reduce stress and boost your mood. Who needs a stress ball when you have a fiddle-leaf fig, am I right?