A few months ago I decided that whatever I believe must be true. When you think about it that makes perfect sense … or not.
You see, I used to always tell people that I had a brown thumb. Okay, I literally do have a brown thumb and brown fingers too, but in this case I was just referring to my ability to care for plants. At one time plants that I cared for always died, but not anymore.
I changed that a few months ago when I decided to think of myself as having a green thumb, not literally of course. I’m not the Incredible Hulk, but wouldn’t it be cool if I were? Since I’ve changed my mind, I’ve been successfully caring for plants. I’ve had one out of nine plants in my care die. That’s pretty good odds, especially considering that the dead plant wasn’t my fault.
The dying lychee tree in my front yard is making me doubt the power of my mind though. Maybe my thumb isn’t so green after all. Maybe it’s more of a yellowish color. Maybe unicorns don’t exist, and there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I guess I should just stop believing in trolls too. I don’t mind giving up the trolls because the thought of one living under my bed keeps me up at night.