🌸 Growing Through the Gross Stuff

I’ve been knee-deep in numbers this week. Receipts. Invoices. Tax forms with little boxes that seem to multiply the longer I stare at them. I know some people thrive on spreadsheets. Me? I procrastinate, panic, and then binge-crunch numbers with a side of existential dread.

But right there on my desk is my Flower Ploppal.

That sassy little poop with a daisy on top and its tiny card that reads:
"Feeling sh*tty? If poop can grow flowers, YOU can do anything."

Every time I look at it, I breathe a little easier. Because here’s the truth hiding in all those numbers: they’re the story of a year lived. Every dollar tracked is connected to something real—an adventure, a risk, a dream, even a mistake I learned from. It’s all compost now. And compost grows things.

It’s messy. It’s human. And it’s worthy.

So if you're staring at a mountain of “ugh” right now—whether it's taxes, to-do lists, or life in general—remember: you're not alone. You’re just fertilizing the future. One stink at a time.

Need a pick-me-up that doesn’t sugarcoat the struggle? This is it.

Get your own Flower Ploppal here [click here] and bloom through the BS. 🌼💩