We all have those moments of self-reflection, those times when we question our life choices. Maybe it’s a particularly rough day at work, or perhaps you just burned dinner… again. But for me, it was the day I realized my houseplant was silently judging me from the corner.
A Sprig of Doubt: My Peace Lily’s Disapproval
It was a Tuesday, I think. Tuesdays are always a blur. Anyway, there I was, sprawled on the couch in my oldest sweatpants, re-watching the same season of “The Great British Baking Show” for the fourth time (don’t judge – those pastries are mesmerizing!). Mid-churro drool, my gaze drifted to Herbert, my peace lily, residing in the corner. He wasn’t looking so peaceful.
Now, Herbert had always been a bit dramatic. A single wilted leaf meant he was on death’s door (or so he wanted me to believe). But this time was different. His leaves, normally perky and vibrant, were drooping like a teenager forced to endure a family vacation. He practically emanated an aura of disappointment.
