I don’t know why I’m afraid of composting. It’s not necessarily the act of composting itself, I think it is more of the thought of composting and what that entails.
Separating my food waste from my other trash is a no brainer. I know there are so many benefits to composting, so I don’t need to be sold on the idea. I have space. A whole backyard, in fact. So that’s not an issue. I really have no excuse NOT to. It is more that the thought of compost leads me to the thought of gardening and growing things, which is really the underlying cause of my fear.
I guess you could say I have a bit of a ‘brown thumb’. I have about a 50-50 houseplant success rate – half of the plants, including cacti, that I have brought into my house have lived (only one at the demise of the cats, I have myself to thank for killing off the rest.) I tried growing some herbs and tomatoes one summer in pots outside. That didn’t work.
But hey, why should I let that stop me? As the saying goes, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. I just need to get over my silly fear of gardening failure and get to learning about backyard composting. With anything else, practice makes perfect, right? I better get to it.