From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, before I became a plant parent, I was basically a plant grim reaper. I’m talking wilted leaves, droopy stems, the whole tragic opera. My succulents, those supposedly unkillable desert warriors? Toast. My poor peace lily, desperate for a little H2O? You guessed it – swimming with the fishes (metaphorically, of course). I was convinced I was cursed with a black thumb.
But then, something magical happened. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a desperate cry for something, anything, to live under my care. Whatever the reason, I decided to give this whole plant thing another shot. And guys, I’m here to tell you, it’s been life-changing.
Who knew those little green guys could bring so much joy (and chaos)? Here are just a few of the things I’ve learned on my journey to plant parenthood:
1. Plants Are the Chillest Roommates (Mostly)
- They don’t steal your food from the fridge (looking at you, past human roommates).
- They haven’t complained (to my face) about my questionable taste in music.
- They actually improve the air quality, unlike some people I know (again, past roommates, you know who you are).
Sure, they might require the occasional watering or repotting, but honestly, their demands are pretty minimal. Plus, have you ever seen a happier plant after a good shower? It’s like witnessing pure, unadulterated joy.
2. Plants: Your Tiny, Affordable Therapists
Okay, maybe don’t ditch your therapist entirely (unless your therapist is a cactus, in which case, maybe reconsider your life choices). But seriously, there’s something incredibly calming and therapeutic about caring for plants.
The act of watering, pruning, and just spending time observing their growth is surprisingly meditative. Plus, unlike some humans (ahem, me), plants are excellent listeners. They won’t judge you for that awkward thing you said in 2008, and they definitely won’t interrupt you with their own problems.