I saw you with her, I knew she cared. The way her head fit on your shoulder, How she longed to be near you.
My heart stopped a little— I’d never seen another hand reaching for yours, Someone else by your side.
I didn’t think she’d be blonde, But then again, I didn’t think much about it. I wanted it for you, Smiling eyes that love what they see, The man I knew.
I hope she fell for you The way I did, all those years ago. That you won her with your humor, Stayed up way too late telling stories That stop making sense.
Poured her a glass of wine next to a chessboard, Knowing she won’t beat you. Packed up the truck, ‘Cause the stars shine brighter in the mountains.
I could wander down that dirt road, Take my mind back— Guess if she’ll fish at our favorite spots, Dance around the campfire to the same songs.
But it’s not my place anymore. Those roads are closed. I’m just happy, I saw you with her.
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.
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