I Talk to My Worms Like They’re Old Friends

I never thought I’d get sentimental about dirt, but here we are. When I started composting, it felt like a chore—just another thing to do between coffee and emails. But then I gave my worms names. Mildred, Stan, and a particularly lively one I call Disco.

Suddenly, composting wasn’t about waste. It was about companionship. I’d check the bin like a worried aunt, poke at the pile and whisper encouragement. It’s strange, I know. But those little critters started feeling like partners in an ongoing, slow-moving project to make the earth a bit better.

It’s not about perfection or saving the planet in a day. It’s about small rituals that make sustainability personal and even a little fun. Like writing haikus for shower timers or turning leftover soup into a new adventure. The worms remind me that growth happens in the slow, unseen moments.

And honestly? I think they appreciate the company.