The Brilliant Awakening: A Journey of Self-Revival through Plant Care

A Plant and a Lesson on Resilience

🪴 There’s a plant in my home that I almost gave up on. My beautiful Swiss cheese plant was a symbol of hope during a time when I thought I was building a future. He came with me to pick it out. Together, we were crafting a lifetime story. But, as it turns out, he was just a future faker—someone who talked a good game but used me as a soft place to land.

When that relationship blew up, I cleared out reminders of him. I didn’t realize that my plant—the one I once cherished—started to suffer too. I kept it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care for it. Looking at it stirred up anger and disappointment. It wasn't just sadness over him. It was fury over the time and energy wasted on someone so unworthy. A man who disrupted my home, my peace, and left me in chaos.

The Emotional Connection to My Plant

Still, I couldn’t throw the plant away. It symbolized something deeper. This small, living being represented the love and nurturing I had to offer, especially after losing the baby I had hoped to bring home with him. Caring for this plant became a way to channel that love. It became about reclaiming life—even amid heartache.

For over a year, I barely touched that plant. Yet somehow, it survived. It turned toward the light, hung on with little water and sun, and didn’t give up. I didn’t give up either. I went into survival mode. I rebuilt my credit, got a new car, and kept my job as a flight attendant. I launched a new service and product in my business. I protected my children. Not just survived—I thrived.

A Turning Point in My Journey

Then, one day recently, I felt a shift. I looked around my home and yard and thought, “It’s time for a clean-out. It’s time to host a barbecue. It’s time to plant again.” I gazed at that plant and, for the first time in ages, I really observed it. Despite everything, it was still alive. Not just surviving but growing. New roots. New leaves. New life.

I got to work. I trimmed the damaged leaves, treated the roots, and propped up the branches that needed support. I did for the plant what I had to do for myself: support, nourish, heal, and restore. Just like me, it’s coming back stronger.

This wasn’t just about a plant. It was a mirror reflecting my recovery, resilience, and resurrection. If my plant could come back after being forgotten and neglected, so could I.

The New Me Emerges

I am no longer the woman who compromised for someone to stay. I am no longer holding space for what couldn’t hold me. I am light. I am fertile soil. I am the storm and the sunlight that follows it.

If you’re hanging on by a thread, barely keeping your roots in the dirt, I want you to hear me:

This is your sign.

Water yourself.

Trim what no longer serves you.

Turn your face back to the light.

You’re not too far gone. You’re not too broken. You’re just not done yet.

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Ready to Begin Your Own Revival?

Just like my plant, we all need nourishment, care, and the right tools to grow again. If my story stirred something in you, take action. Your comeback season deserves more than just survival.

📘 Grab a copy of my book The Brilliant Awakening for soul-deep encouragement from women who have faced the fire and emerged glowing. You can find it here.

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Let your next chapter be soft, powerful, and undeniably yours.

You’ve got this. And you’re not alone.

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