I water my indoor plants once a week. My yellow watering can isn’t too small or too big—just right. Some plants need two refills until they’ve had enough. On some weeks, watering feels soothing; on busier ones, it’s just another task to cross off the list.
What’s interesting is this: when my mind is fully present, watering plants makes me happy. But when I’m rushing—when my thoughts are elsewhere—the same act feels like a burden. I think every task can be either joy or duty—it depends on where your mind is while doing it.
We can’t always choose to do only what makes us happy, but we can choose to show up consistently. For me, showing up feels a lot like dollar-cost averaging (DCA) in an index fund. In the short term, the returns rise and fall; in the long term, consistency compounds.
I water my plants every week. In the short term, the joy of doing may ebb and flow—but in the long term, consistency compounds care—leaving me with a small green space to enjoy.
November 1, 2025