04/15/2026
I struggle a lot with ethical dilemmas that are really sort of silly. Whether what I am doing - both in my day job running a corporate dining facility and in my passion for plants - is beneficial, worthwhile, honest. If selling you plants is overall a net benefit to the world or if I’m just out here trying to make a living doing something that I don’t hate every morning.
And then I throw on my headset and deliver the day’s catering orders and listen to podcasts about crypto scams and government and nonstop ads for sports gambling and it becomes pretty clear pretty fast that creating something that is pretty and then selling it is about as honest a thing I can do. My carbon foot print isn’t nothing but in the grand scheme pretty low. I’m not lying to you or trying to convince you of something that this isn’t or making bold promises that will never ahem, bear fruit. They’re just pretty plants, you like them or you don’t, they aren’t going to save your life. Well, in some ways they did and do for me. But you understand. Maybe they help connect you to the living world I, we?, feel disconnected from. Maybe they just sit in a cabinet. Maybe they influence you to do more to conserve, maybe you don’t care. At least they’re authentic.
In a world full of people trying to scam you out of your money with impossible promises, or sell you ensh*ttified products that lost their quality and longevity many iterations ago, or attempt to awaken your passions through clickbait anger fuel, I can’t think of much else I’d rather do. Or feel good about doing.
Happy Wednesday.
