After years of buying them for friends, family, and even complete strangers, I finally bought myself flowers. A small bouquet totaling just a little more than $4, but the price wasn’t important. What is important is the gesture — the almost radical act of gifting myself something beautiful and mood-boosting that isn’t a size 13.
After trimming and carefully placing them in my makeshift vase, I have to say I get why people enjoy receiving their flowers while they can still smell them. Each time I walk by them, I find myself admiring the vibrancy of the petals, the elegant strength of the stems. How their presence gets me to slow down for a second as I pass and how they really add a special something to my space.
I won’t say I’m ready to be a plant dad, and I have absolutely no plans of starting a garden anytime soon, but I’ll definitely keep flowers on my grocery list for now.