Plants Are The Answer

Last night I slept with my plant. Let me explain…

Last night, after a busy day of work meetings, tough conversations, working out, and meeting friends for coffee I was so overwhelmed by life. So many questions were running through my mind…

Had I talked too much during my coffee date?

Did I have the capacity to take on another part-time job?

Did I have the time to dedicate to my friends, work, writing, and faith that I know I need to?

I felt like a phone overheating. I was on overdrive. Everything was too much and not enough all at once.

I wanted to pray or meditate, but I honestly had 30 different questions to ask and I didn’t know where to start.

Amidst the chaos, I noticed my brain just kept thinking of my beautiful plant in my room. Like the soft, consistent glowing of a lighthouse light off in the distance. My brain quietly kept dinging, “plant… plant… plant”.

I got ready for bed and ignored these thoughts at first. But as I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, the thoughts persisted, “plant… plant… plant”.

Exacerbated and confused, I decided to indulge these thoughts. So, I got up and put my plant on my bedside table. And strangely enough, I immediately felt more…