Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer (And Why You Should Totally Join the Club)
From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Okay, I’ll admit it. I used to be a notorious plant killer. Like, seriously, I could wilt a cactus in a desert. My thumbs weren’t just black, they were shrouded in a mysterious aura of floral doom. But then, something magical happened. Maybe it was a pandemic-induced urge to nurture, or maybe I just ran out of things to kill on Netflix… whatever the reason, I adopted a little ZZ plant named Phil.
1. Stress Relief? More Like Stress Leaf-lief
Look, adulting is hard. We’ve got bills to pay, deadlines to meet, and let’s not even get started on the existential dread of Tuesday mornings. But you know what really takes the edge off? Digging my hands into some soil and giving my monstera a pep talk. (Don’t judge, she’s a good listener.)
Turns out, there’s actually science behind this whole plant therapy thing. Studies have shown that being around plants can lower blood pressure, reduce anxiety, and even boost your mood. Who needs a therapist when you’ve got a fiddle-leaf fig named Ferdinand? (Okay, maybe I still need a therapist, but Ferdinand definitely helps!)
2. Home Decor That’s Always in Bloom
Remember those days when you’d spend your hard-earned cash on expensive, trendy decorations that went out of style faster than you could say “shiplap”? Yeah, me too. But plants? Plants are the ultimate design chameleons.