So here's the thing. I used to the girl that had it all figured out, a real Monica Geller type. I knew exactly where I was going, how I was going to get there, and everything in between. I was confident in choices. I was proud of who I was. Then something changed.

I can't pinpoint exactly when it happened or why. All I know is that I woke up every day feeling like I was living a lie. I didn't feel like myself anymore and nothing was setting my soul on fire. I was numb and felt dead inside. I spent my days going through the motions and wandering through life. I had one identity crisis after the other and would follow anyone who would lead. I was miserable and I knew it. I was gaining weight, treating my body and mind like shit, and running from every problem I had. As soon as I realized just how far I had fallen it felt too late. I was an anxious mess who was begging for anyone to listen to me This is not how I wanted my story to go. This is not how I wanted my story to end. So I decided to change it - I wanted to change it all.

I knew that everything had to go. I felt like I wanted to scrap the life I had built for myself and start all over, so that's exactly what I did. I didn't move to a new city, divorce my husband, and leave my life behind; This isn't that kind of story. What I did do was get brutally honest with myself and decide what parts of my life I loved and what parts needed to go.

I purged my life.

I got rid of anything that made me feel like shit. I went through my house and threw away, donated, sold, and recycled anything that I didn't love. I wasn't designing a space based on Pinterest pictures or what style I grew up with. I was designing my home based on what made me feel alive inside. I stopped letting social expectations dictate the way I lived. I got rid of clothes that I hated but had kept because they were designer or trendy. I un-followed anyone who didn't bring joy to my life on social media. Deleted unused apps, cleared out e-mails, contacts, books, toxic friends, shitty relationships, everything. We had TRAILER LOADS of shit that I had been hoarding for god knows what and so much more emotional baggage to dump as well. I honestly can't tell you why I had held onto most of the things that were cluttering my life. Let me tell you, that feeling of watching all that excess baggage leave my life was the most relieving feeling. I was not passionate about my job so I changed it.

The only things that I did not change were my husband, address, and name.

When all was said and done the panic set it. "What the hell have I done? What am I going to do now? It's too late to go back." Here's a fun little tidbit about myself. I am a chronic over-thinker with impulsive tendencies. Yeah, it's pretty fun. *insert eye-roll* This creates an all-or-nothing, jump blindly head-first, do-now-think-later need in my life. This then leads to the anxious overthinking that follows my impulsive decision. The glory in this is that I don't leave myself time to talk myself out of something that I want. Impulsively getting rid of so much in my life it forced me to rebuild and redesign the life that I wanted.

And that's exactly what I did.

So Hi. My name is Taylor Dane Morgan and this is my first installment of publicly creating the life that I have always wanted. If I'm being honest, this scares the shit out of me. That is exactly why I am here, though. I have always been a guarded and private person who has difficulty letting people in. I decided that I do not want to be that person anymore. So here I am, putting my thoughts and my journey out there for the world to see. And if there is one person on this planet who wants to join me, then I will be here. Doing the work and grinding through the struggle with you. Because we are not alone.