Evolution of Squalt

In October, I made a leap.  A lifelong commitment.  It was the first step towards growing to care for another being.  The first step with being ok with the vulnerability that comes with responsibility.  

In October, I let Squalt into my life.  

He waits patiently for me all night long.  Never complains when I don't come in on time.  Never judges.  Low maintenance.  Doesn't even need sunlight.  Everything I could have ever wanted in an office plant.

Squalt has really thrived in the quiet, emotion ladened office.  I water him maybe once a week.  I've pruned him on the occasion.  He pushed out glossy leaf after glossy leaf until I had a burgeoning forest on my table.  And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I get this:

Have you ever flown a kite?  Or had a pokemon evolve?  It's that feeling.  I can finally say that I've accomplished something in my twenty-something years on this planet.  I can finally say that I made a difference.

Yeah, so I'm pretty chuffed.  Squalt has turned out to be a bit of a feminine plant, unless you count the awesome rod in the center of his flowers.  But there's nothing wrong with that.  Who hasn't wanted to wrap themselves in lily white softness on occasion?  


I wonder if he's going to need a bigger pot soon.

This success has given me the courage to maybe purchase another plant for my office.  Squalt and I have yet to talk it through, but I'm guessing that he might want company after the lights go off for the day.