From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Okay, confession time. I used to be a notorious plant killer. Like, give-it-two-weeks-and-it’s-wilting-faster-than-my-enthusiasm kind of plant killer. I thought I was cursed. Plants would shudder as I walked by. But then, something changed. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a desperate plea for some life in my apartment that wasn’t my goldfish, Bubbles (who, by the way, is thriving). Whatever it was, I decided to give this whole plant thing another shot. And let me tell you, I’ve been missing out.
Forget noisy neighbors or passive-aggressive roommates leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Plants are the epitome of low-maintenance living. They don’t care if you blast your 90s playlist while doing your best (worst?) dance moves. They won’t judge your questionable late-night snack choices. And the best part? They’re always down to listen (or, well, photosynthesize quietly) while you spill your heart out about your day.
Pro-tip from a reformed plant killer: Learn the fine art of watering. Seriously, it’s a thing. Overwatering is the quickest way to send your leafy friend to plant heaven. When in doubt, stick your finger in the soil. If it’s dry, give it a drink. If not, back away slowly and admire its resilience.
Joy #2: They’re Basically Tiny Green Therapists
Okay, maybe not actually therapists (although, I’m sure Bubbles would have a lot to say if he could). But there’s something incredibly therapeutic about caring for another living thing. The simple act of watering, repotting, or even just taking a moment to appreciate their growth can be surprisingly grounding. Plus, studies have shown that being around plants can reduce stress and boost your mood. Who needs a stress ball when you have a fiddle-leaf fig, am I right?