Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join My Green Thumb Club)




Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join My Green Thumb Club)


From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent

Okay, let’s be real—I used to be a plant killer. Like, the kind of person who could murder a cactus. I’m talking wilting ferns, drooping succulents, the whole tragic shebang. If a plant even dared to think about gracing my apartment, it was basically signing its own death warrant.

But then something magical happened. My well-meaning friend, bless her soul, gifted me this adorable little ZZ plant for my birthday. I named him Steve. And for some reason, something clicked. Maybe it was Steve’s stoic resilience (seriously, these guys are hard to kill), or maybe it was the fact that he was the only living thing in my apartment that didn’t judge my questionable life choices…whatever it was, I was determined to keep Steve alive.

Plants Talk Back

Fast forward a few months, and not only was Steve thriving, but my apartment had slowly transformed into a mini-jungle. I had monsteras, peace lilies, even a finicky maidenhair fern that somehow decided it liked me (miracle of miracles!).

But here’s the thing I never expected—taking care of my plants actually became…fun? Relaxing, even. There’s something incredibly therapeutic about getting your hands dirty, tending to your little green babies, and watching them flourish.

And yes, I know what you’re thinking—I’m starting to sound crazy, right? But hear me out! It’s like they actually started communicating with me (in their own subtle, leafy way, of course).

  • Droopy leaves? “Hey, human, I’m thirsty over here!”
  • New growth? “Thanks for the food, you’re the best plant parent ever!”
  • Suddenly dramatic leaf drop? “Okay, I’m being dramatic, but seriously, you moved me away from the window?!”

Okay, maybe I’m anthropomorphizing a little (okay, a lot), but you get the point.

Beyond Bragging Rights: The Unexpected Joys of Plant Parenthood

Besides the whole “learning to speak plant” thing, here are a few more unexpected joys I’ve discovered on my plant parent journey:

1. Plants as Mood Boosters

I swear, walking into a room filled with lush, green plants is like getting a mini-dose of serotonin. And studies actually back this up! Plants have been shown to reduce stress and boost mood.

2. Breathe Deep: Plants as Natural Air Purifiers

Plants are like nature’s little air purifiers. They absorb toxins and release oxygen, making your home a healthier and happier place to be.

3. From Plant Killer to Plant Whisperer: A Sense of Accomplishment

Remember how I said I was a reformed plant killer? Yeah, well, now I’m basically a plant whisperer (or at least I like to tell myself that). There’s a real sense of accomplishment that comes with keeping something alive and thriving. Plus, it’s a great excuse to show off your green babies on Instagram.