My Thumb Is Not So Green
Let’s be honest, I’m not exactly known for my nurturing abilities. My houseplants usually end up looking like they’ve lost a fight with a hairdryer, rather than thriving little oases. But then came Ferdinand.
Ferdinand, a majestic (or so I thought) ZZ plant, was gifted to me by a well-meaning friend who clearly overestimated my botanical skills. I placed him on the bookshelf, admired his shiny leaves, and promptly forgot about him for…a while.
To my surprise, Ferdinand didn’t give up on life (or me). Over the next few days, he slowly but surely perked back up. His leaves regained their shine, and he even sprouted a new one, like a triumphant green flag waving in the face of adversity. It was a powerful reminder that even when we feel withered and forgotten, a little care and attention can work wonders.
Lesson #2: Growth Happens on Your Own Time
Now, emboldened by my success in not killing Ferdinand, I became a self-proclaimed plant parent extraordinaire (read: I remembered to water him more consistently). I envisioned him transforming into a lush, jungle-like centerpiece for my living room. But Ferdinand, it seemed, had other plans.
He grew, yes, but at his own leisurely pace. I’d stare at him, willing him to sprout new leaves, comparing his progress to every other houseplant I saw on Instagram. But Ferdinand refused to be rushed. He reminded me that growth, whether personal or photosynthetic, isn’t a race. It’s about embracing the journey and trusting the process, even if it means taking things one tiny leaf at a time.