From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, before I became a bonafide plant parent, I thought succulents were invincible. Spoiler alert: they’re not. My journey started with a pathetic-looking cactus that I’m pretty sure my ex bought just to keep something alive in our apartment besides himself. Let’s just say, neither of us excelled at keeping things alive.
Fast forward to today, and my apartment looks like a greenhouse exploded. I’ve got pothos vines cascading from bookshelves, a ZZ plant that could survive a nuclear apocalypse, and even a few of those finicky ferns people seem to whisper about with a mix of envy and fear. So how did I, a self-proclaimed plant killer, become the crazy plant lady I swore I’d never be?
The Thrill of New Growth: A Plant Parent‘s Victory
There’s something incredibly satisfying about nurturing another living thing. Maybe it’s the former plant murderer in me, but seeing a new leaf unfurl or a tiny sprout pop up from the soil feels like a personal victory. It’s like the plant is saying, “Hey, thanks for not killing me! Here’s a little something special.”
And don’t even get me started on propagation! Seriously, who knew you could grow a whole new plant from a clipping? It’s like free plants, people! Free plants! I’ve become that person who sneaks cuttings from friends’ houses and then brags about my successful propagation skills later. It’s a problem, I know.
