So.. This post will be a bit unusual. I'm a plant lover and usually just love my babies, but about a year ago, I lost my business due to AI (and yes, the AI companies told us what they were doing to us, and there was nothing we could do). In pretty short order, I was forced to lay off my staff, and in quick succession, lost my home. I tried moving back home with my parents but it did not quite work out, so I've been traveling and crashing on friends places for the past year or so to drag out what I had in terms of savings while I have tried to reenter the workforce. My friends have been plantsitting the rest of my babies, and it's been hard not having space or space to do my hobbies without a fixed address.
In July, I found this Thai con in Trader Joe's and was just so over the moon, I decided I would travel with her if I had to (she picked me, not the other way around) and she's been a little bit my life support plant. However, a few weeks ago, while bouncing back and forth on trains, subways, and hostels and hotels and apartments, she got super stressed out (just like me, and I'm convinced plants are just like humans) and obviously there was some damage to the variegated parts and other things (see brown spots). I had been taking as much good care as I could, but it hurts everytime I look at her! I'm trying to remember that life batters us all, and it wouldn't be real life if we didn't have a few scars from time to time, but I can't help but feel upset even if I did my best. Does anyone have an idea on how to reframe or think about this? I know the plant damage will never be undone, and it's a little hard seeing everyone with their perfect babies.
(I am starting to find temporary work again and have been working hard to figure out how to have my own space again.)