I awake to the warmth of him beside me. It’s still dark, but I can tell the sun is eager to rise. His breathing is calm, and the safety I feel moves through me like the first cool wave that meets your skin on a hot day—instant relief, everything you hoped it would be. It’s so good you can’t help but smile, whispering to yourself, this is happiness.
He shifts closer, his hand finding mine, eyes still closed—as if holding on to a dream he isn’t ready to leave. I watch him for a moment longer, mesmerized by the peace of it all, until his eyes open, smiling before his lips do, as if to say, You were the dream I didn’t want to wake from.
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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