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Wild Mess

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When I refer to wild, I mean free—
free-thinking, free-moving,
free from judgment,
free from ego,
wildly far from worldly truths.

Wild in ways that don’t click a remote to watch a show,
but hike an incline to see your favorite views.
Wild as in seeing less to worry about
and more to be grateful for.

Wild like bright sunshine the world tries to dim.
Wild like “You can’t possibly be that happy,”
Wild like believing that it always works out,
and morning gratitude that stays all day.

Wild as in smiling when something takes its time,
knowing undoubtedly it will be.
Wild like a snowy morning run at sunrise
and camping alone.

Wild like letting go of your mistakes
and not putting blame on anyone else.
Wild like being the first feet to hit an empty dance floor
and complimenting strangers just because.

Wild like believing in magic, hugging trees,
and laying on grass to stare up at the stars.

Wild like moving across the country alone,
jumping with blind faith, letting it be.

Wild as in letting go of all you’ve known to start anew,
wild like loving yourself for all that you are.

We all have our own wild.
It’s the things we keep inside
that the world often tries to tame.
Wild is your soul.
Wilder are the thoughts in your mind.
Wild is, for me, the only way to truly be.

By Heather Dyan Morgan

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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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