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Seeking Fulfillment

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How do I quiet such a visionary mind,
How do I let it rest and be here now?
Am I partly addicted to the turmoil,
The pain that makes tears fall?

I never imagined life would be this way—
Not that it hasn’t been beautiful,
But it’s not the version I sold myself as a child,
And somehow, it leaves me feeling like I missed the mark.

Not that I want to go back,
But regretting the choices I was too scared to make,
Regretting waiting for things to come to me
Instead of making them happen,
Regretting letting fear dictate my decisions.

And here I am, faced with a similar obstacle—
Do I sit with what I know,
What’s familiar, or leap,
Trusting that if I feel called to be something more,
I should go?
Why do I think those who think less
Are better off in life?

Is this wild mind of mine a gift from my father?
Are we all this crazy in our minds,
But we keep it quiet because it’s easier,
More accepted?
Why am I lost?
Why can’t I go through the monotony of each day
And be fulfilled?

Why am I seeking so much more?
Why can’t I be content with what is,
The simplicity of life?
I’ve gotten so good at putting on a happy face,
Being that positive energy for others,
But in truth, I am alone in my thoughts.
Maybe it’s because I trust myself the most.

I am truly all I have to depend on.
As much as I care for others,
I know I must first care for myself.
Who I am meant to be is asking to be let free.

Written by- Heather Dyan Morgan (circa 2022)

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● About Me

I’m Heather Dyan Morgan, a writer, speaker, and podcast host who left behind everything I knew to start over from scratch.
Literally the definition of wandering the wild mess.

Born and raised in Utah (yes, I grew up Mormon), I walked away from the only life I had ever known—including a good man who simply wasn’t meant for me, and moved to Tennessee with no friends, no family, and no place to call home. I had spent over a decade climbing the corporate ladder, and one day I simply told my boss: “I’m moving. Keep me or don’t.”

A little wild? Maybe. But I’ve always felt like a caged bird waiting to be free.
And once I finally jumped, there was no turning back.

Those early months, bouncing between Airbnbs, navigating heartbreak, identity shifts, and deep solitude, were more than a leap. They were a rebirth.
And somehow, they became the beginning of everything.

Now I share my journey through my podcast (Wandering the Wild Mess), I’m working on an aligned project of digital healing guides, and continue to pour into the written word—because storytelling has always been my way of making sense of the chaos and helping others feel less alone in theirs.

I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and asking deep questions since I could form a sentence. I’m endlessly curious about the human experience—how we think, feel, and move through this world. I believe we don’t fail; we just evolve.

I’m here to remind you that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. You’re allowed to grow, grieve, start over, and still be wildly worthy of love and joy.

I enjoy deep conversations, acoustic music, mountain views, and campfire moments that make you feel something. And I believe that if you’re reading this, you’re here for a reason.

Thanks for being part of my wild mess. Let’s wander it together.

And in case no one told you today—you matter

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