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The Truth of the In-Between

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Leaving, but not yet gone.
Knowing, but not quite living it.
Shedding the old,
but not fully stepped into the new.

A space where you remember the ache
more than the reason you stayed.
Where clarity whispers louder than habit,
and yet… you linger.

A quiet stretch of stillness,
not quite the end,
not yet the beginning.
Just a soft pause
between who was
and who is quietly forming.

The familiar hums its lullaby
a comfort disguised as calling,
a gentle tug from all that once felt known.

There’s a moment,
before the first real step,
where everything once claimed as identity
asks to be remembered.

Not out of grief.
But out of love
for the part that made it this far.

But not everything
can follow you
into what’s meant for you.

There comes a point
where staying
costs more
than leaving.

Where even the sweetest versions
must be thanked
and let go.

Because the life that’s calling
won’t wait forever.
And it will ask
for everything you’ve outgrown.

It’s not loss,
it’s arrival.

And no season
has ever stopped
just because
you weren’t ready
to let it end.

Let go slowly,
if you must.
But let go.

By Heather Dyan Morgan

If this resonated with you, you’ll love the podcast. It’s where I share the raw, the real, and the wild mess that led me home to myself.

Listen to Wandering the Wild Mess wherever you get your podcasts. Apple, Spotify, & YouTube

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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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