My Brown Thumb Gets a Green Roommate
Let’s be honest, my thumbs have always leaned more towards “brown” than “green.” I’m the kind of person who could kill a cactus in a desert. So naturally, when my well-meaning friend gifted me a houseplant, I accepted it with a smile and a silent prayer. I named him Percy (he looked like a Percy, okay?) and mentally prepared myself for the inevitable day he’d join the great compost heap in the sky.
But something unexpected happened. Percy, bless his leafy little heart, thrived. Not just survived, thrived. He sprouted new leaves, stood a little taller, and even seemed to develop a personality (don’t judge, you’ve talked to your plants too). As I diligently watered, repotted, and generally tried not to murder him, I realized Percy was teaching me a thing or two about life, and not just about keeping something other than myself alive.
Lesson #1: Cultivating Patience: A Houseplant‘s Pace of Growth
I’m a bit of an instant gratification kind of gal. I like my coffee hot, my internet faster, and my results yesterday. Percy, however, operates on plant time. He doesn’t care for my human deadlines or need for immediate satisfaction. He grows at his own pace, sending out new leaves when he’s good and ready.
