I'm Enthusiastic About: Peonies

Let me tell you something. I spend 90% of my waking hours either working a full-time job that revolves almost exclusively around the Internet & social media OR writing on this here bloggy-blog...which, if you haven't noticed, is also living on the Internet and is connected to social media. So, I'm basically, modern-day lady Tron minus the fast virtual bike and the neon grid. I would go so far as to say that most of us are in the Tronisphere.

Seriously, when was the last time you smiled and spoke to someone in an elevator instead of grabbing your smartphone to check on the whereabouts of your friends on Instagram and obsessively like photos of your friend's pug? It's ok. Your quasi-Internet friend's wine trip to Napa Valley will be there when you de-board the elevator. I promise.

Real life. It's out there. You're in it.

Sometimes I wish I had an occupation that was based on tangible things. Professional lego block builder would be nice. In an attempt to be more hands-on, I've even been thinking about taking a glassblowing class because the natural progression from just wanting to work on things with your hands to the need to handle molten glass is totally logical. I mean, really, who doesn't want to make a whole bunch of paperweights?!

This whole need for touchable, visible (in the real world) progress is nothing new. It often rears its head in the form of things like obsessive cleaning and the need to repaint my living room and dining room different colors every 4 to 6 months. (I'm planning another color tweak this weekend.) - See "Decorati Fever" to understand my plight.

So, I've been making more of an effort to do things that give me breaks from the Tronisphere. In this case, peonies!

How girly is that? I know. I'll let you in on a little secret. I love having fresh flowers in the apartment. I try to make sure I maintain that standard at all times...and my favorite flower is the peony...and it happens to be peony season at Trader Joe's.

Ya see, every time I walk to my local TJ's, in my heart I'm always hoping I'll see peonies when I walk through those automatic sliding doors. The sad truth is, 99 times out of 100, I'm met with other flowers, but yesterday, lo & behold, there they were...and like a crazy person, I immediately grabbed a big armful of bouquets and stuffed them into my cart. I would've knocked over an old woman to get my hands on them. (It's that serious.)

Flowers make everything better. I also feel this way about houseplants. They give you something to admire that's not the the number of likes your Facebook post got or how great an Instagram filter makes your cheekbones look. They allow you to flex your senses...well, ok, you probably shouldn't eat them and last I heard, they don't make much in the way of sound...but, sight, smell, and touch are all fair game in the world of flowers so long as you don't man handle them or have allergies.

So, do yourself a favor. Make like a life enthusiast and get yourself some floral friends and, if nothing else, a succulent. (They're hard to kill just in case you're lacking in a thumb of the green variety.) The only down side is that, eventually, floral friends die...unless you invest in an actual flowering plant. Most of the time, those need to live outside and you can cut yourself fresh flowers weekly during the bloomin' season. Blah, blah, blah, talking about flowers.

The bottom line is this: they're beautiful, they smell good, they don't talk back, they don't ask anything of you aside from water and trimming, and they give you something to focus on when you're looking away from your computer with burning eyes and contacts so dry they're ready to pop out. That last part alone is enough to invest.

If you haven't tried it yet. Do it. Both ladies & gents. It'll make a helluva difference. xo!

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