11/28/2025
This plant was a gift from a client when I was leaving my old job. I’ve always been the graveyard of plants, but I was determined to keep this plant alive because it was a gift from a client. Well, life happened, and I would forget to water it for days and weeks. It would dry up and look like it’s dying, then I would give it some water, and it would spring back and start growing again.
On Thanksgiving Day, I looked at this plant and, as I watered it, thanked it for hanging on. I realized that this plant was a metaphor for myself—for the past two gruesome, life-altering years I have endured. For the days when I felt I would definitely drown in these deep waters. But somehow, I will rise and find strength. Like the plant, I will sprout a new green leaf.
And I realized yesterday, as we celebrated Thanksgiving, what I was thankful for. I’m thankful for the harsh seasons that could have broken me. I’m grateful that I didn’t break but instead found my strength deep inside. I’m grateful for my stubbornness, my refusal to let darkness swallow me whole.
I’m thankful for the generosity of friends and family who remember to pour into me. I’m grateful for the journey, and more importantly, I’m thankful that, like this plant, I’m still standing, even if not whole and with a lot of self-care and growing to do. I am still here.
I hope you can also look at those battle-earned scars and be grateful for all you’ve endured and the wise woman or man you’ve become as a result.
I’m so thankful!
