My office plants typically reflect my mental and emotional state. In other words, they are a barometer of sorts that give insight into how I’m doing.
For the past few years my African violets have been alive and healthy, but they haven’t been happy. They hadn’t gained much foliage, and they hadn’t bloomed in three years.
But now they are growing and blooming and seeming to enjoy life.
If you were to ask me how my new job is going, I would answer positively, but I wouldn’t say that I’m growing, blooming, and enjoying life. Well, I would definitely say growing, but I can’t say the same for blooming and enjoying life. It’s a good job, and I’m glad to be there; but I am working really hard, and I’m exhausted. Apparently I have let the effort and exhaustion blind me to how I’m actually feeling about my new world.
Now that my plants have alerted me to my state of mind, however, I would have to agree with them. I am growing, blooming, and enjoying life.