Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join the Club)




Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join the Club)


From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent

Okay, let’s be real. I used to be the person who couldn’t keep a cactus alive in a desert. You know, the type who accidentally waters their plants with orange juice (don’t ask). But something changed last year. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a sudden craving for chlorophyll, but I decided to give this whole plant parenting thing another go.

And guess what? I’m not just keeping plants alive, I’m actually thriving alongside them. Who knew that a little bit of greenery could bring so much joy (and a touch of chaos) into my life?

Plant Parenthood

I’m not going to lie, there are days when I feel like I’m running a botanical daycare center. But the rewards, my friends, are totally worth the occasional spilled soil and frantic Google searches about why my peace lily is suddenly throwing a tantrum. Here are just a few unexpected joys I’ve discovered:

  • Instant Zen Master: Forget meditation apps, repotting a plant is my new go-to stress reliever. There’s something incredibly therapeutic about digging in the dirt and nurturing something green and beautiful.
  • Interior Design on a Budget: Plants are like living, breathing works of art. They can instantly transform a dull corner into a vibrant oasis. Plus, they’re way cheaper than that designer throw pillow you’ve been eyeing.
  • The Thrill of Victory: Remember that feeling when you finally beat that impossible level in your favorite video game? That’s me every time I successfully propagate a new plant baby. It’s basically plant wizardry, and it’s exhilarating!

Plants: The New Pets (Sorry, Not Sorry, Fido)

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my furry friends. But plants offer a different kind of companionship. They don’t need to be walked at 5 am, they don’t judge your questionable dance moves, and they won’t eat your homework (unless you have a pet goat, in which case, that’s on you).

Plus, they’re surprisingly entertaining. I swear, my Monstera Deliciosa grows an inch every time I blink. It’s like having a front-row seat to a slow-motion nature documentary.