Man, let me tell you, this whole worm thing and change, it hit me hard a few years back. Not in some grand, spiritual vision way, but in a messy, practical, garden kind of way. I was totally stuck, right? Felt like my life was just spinning its wheels, same job, same routines, same old worries.
I decided to finally tackle this overgrown flower bed I’d been ignoring for ages. It was a disaster—just weeds, hard packed dirt, totally neglected. I grabbed a spade and just started digging. It was tough going, muscle-aching work. And that’s when I saw them. Loads of them. Big, fat, earthworms everywhere.
First thing I noticed: the sheer number. I mean, this ground was dead looking on the surface, but underneath, it was teeming. I was pulling up clumps of earth and these guys were wriggling out, trying to get away from the light. I remember thinking, “Wow, this seemingly dead area is actually full of life I couldn’t see.”

I started turning the soil over, breaking up the hard bits, pulling out roots that were choking everything. Every time I turned a piece of dirt, there was more evidence of the worms’ work—those tiny tunnels, the rich, dark castings. They were silently, relentlessly transforming the soil, making it usable again. It wasn’t instant, but it was fundamental.
The Realization Hits
I sat back on my heels, covered in dirt and sweat, watching one particularly busy worm disappear back into the ground. That’s when it clicked. It wasn’t some ancient mystical text; it was right there in the dirt. Worms are all about decomposition and renewal.
- They eat the dead stuff—the old leaves, the decaying roots, all the junk.
- They break it down, process it, and turn it into nutrient-rich soil.
- Their tunneling aerates the earth, allowing water and air to penetrate.
I realized I was seeing a complete, slow-motion transformation happening right under my feet. It’s not flashy, like a butterfly emerging or a tree blooming. It’s quiet, dirty, continuous work that makes everything else possible.
My life felt like that compacted dirt. I was holding onto old habits and dead ideas (the weeds and decaying matter). I needed to do the internal ‘digging’—the hard, uncomfortable work—to see what was actually alive underneath and what needed to be recycled.
I started applying the “worm logic” to my own situation. My stuck-ness was just material waiting to be broken down. I decided to stop trying to achieve some massive, instant overhaul. Instead, I focused on small, daily processes, just like the worm’s tunnels.
I didn’t quit my job dramatically; I started taking one online course relevant to a different career field. I didn’t try to become a perfect person overnight; I committed to twenty minutes of journaling every morning to pull out the “dead stuff” in my head. Slow, silent, processing movements.
The Outcome of the Digging
It took almost a year, but the change was undeniable. Like that flower bed eventually started to bloom because the soil was finally healthy, my life started opening up. The course led to networking, the journaling helped me clarify my priorities, and I eventually landed a much better role in a new industry. No huge shock, no sudden lottery win—just the accumulation of small, consistent decomposition and nutrient creation.
So when someone asks me why seeing a worm indicates change, I don’t give them some airy-fairy answer. I tell them it’s a reminder that real transformation—the deep, lasting stuff—is usually messy, happens out of sight, and requires continuously breaking down the old to nourish the new. You have to get down in the dirt and start processing the junk. That’s the entire lesson I took away from those wriggly little guys in my backyard.
