My Desert Guru in a Tiny Pot
Let’s be honest, I’m not exactly known for my green thumb. In fact, my houseplants tend to meet their demise with alarming regularity. So, why on earth I decided a cactus needed to be my roommate is still a mystery. Maybe it was the allure of low maintenance, or perhaps I was drawn to its prickly charm. Whatever the reason, there I was, staring at a miniature desert dweller sitting on my windowsill, completely unaware that this spiky little guy was about to school me in some serious life lessons.
Now, I’m a sucker for instant gratification. I want results, and I want them yesterday. But my cactus, oh, he was on island time. He grew at a pace that could only be described as glacial. I’m talking microscopic changes over months. It was like watching paint dry… in slow motion.
But here’s the thing: he kept growing. Through scorching summers and chilly drafts, he stubbornly persisted, proving that real growth takes time. He taught me that even when progress feels invisible, even when we feel like giving up, resilience means showing up day after day, even if it’s just to sprout a new, tiny spike.