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Filling the well

A common theme among my various friend groups is a state of overwhelming exhaustion. State of the uterus or left ring finger aside, we all seem to be waiting for the next season to be our knight in shining armour.

Let’s level. I’m a 29 year-old who has had a few too many drinks probably a few too many times in her life. This means I’ve felt the room spinning and prayed for it to stop. If you have not felt this you are a better human than I or are simply too proud to admit you’ve let your hair down from time-to-time.

Anyway, that’s what I’ve felt like for most of 2016. The room is spinning and I can’t will it to stop. And it’s all my fault. I make the choices to push myself and bear the weight of disappointment when I can’t reach perfection.

Climb the professional ladder.
Spend more time with your friends.
Take on more projects.
Visit family.
Exercise more.
Keep the house clean so you can eat off the floors.

Then, I said enough.

I put myself in time out. Made a list of all the things that make my insanely happy: random adventures, writing, making things with my hands, reading, deep conversations with family, helping people, long drives, big ideas and spontaneity.

This year has been one bucket list of filling the well.


I start every weekday morning by talking to a friend and it’s become the very best part of each day. When friends post about a book, I read it. I took a flower class. I volunteer at church. I’ve bought art supplies and followed up with a calligraphy class. I take my personal laptop (and leave my work computer behind - this is very important) to coffee shops and write short stories and poems and childhood memories.

And the room has started spinning just a little bit slower.

Back Road to Eischens: Check.

Oklahoma Bucket List:10. Back road to Eischens

With the exception of Manti Te’o’s invisible girlfriend, the internet – blogs and twitter, specifically – have been a great source of networking and friend acquisitions. Wednesday, I traveled to Okarche, Okla., the land of fried chicken and state fair cinnamon rolls with Marek (the girl who makes those lovely state pillows), Nichole (lawyer extraordinaire) and Laura (the creator of the house I want). It’s true, we were all first introduced on Twitter.

It feels wrong to call our excursions a #TweetUp when I refer to these gals as IRL friends. With that said, the feelings I felt while entering Laura's house Wednesday was nothing short of "creeper."

Eischens_Okarche0704 I've lived her house restoration and decoration through her blog, The Steen Style. For example, her entry way was perfectly documented in '10.

Eischens_Okarche_0705 And, this, where I'm standing - is where a wall used to be. Thanks, Marek, for documenting this amazing, creepy discovery.

Although most of our night’s conversations cannot be documented, I can tell you it was one of the best nights I've had this calendar year. I mean, it’s possible I want to put my name in the hat for public office someday, therefore granting the privilege of omitting most of our conversation.

Honestly, it was just girl talk, anyhow. How bad could it really have been?


Holy nachos, Eischens. These should be illegal. My waist line insists.

We put out calorie counting aside and devoured nachos, fried okra and fried chicken.

Eischens_Okarche_0731 Famous for their fried chicken, Eischens is located in Okarche, Okla., which is the definition of small town, Oklahoma.

You must try the chicken. It's as simple as that. Trust me now, thank me later.


Marek, who blogs over at Marek's Musings, is celebrating her last year as a twenty-something with a 30 under 30. Our adventure to Okarche most definetly counts toward her "52 dates with 52 friends."

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While I was away from Rural Gone Urban, I visited Miranda Lambert's new boutique The Pink Pistol and discovered a lovely sandwich shop in Wilson, Okla.

Put it on the list, please.

Winter Wheat. It's one of my favorite things about Oklahoma. Oklahoma has been my home since '98. The day after my last day of 5th grade my parents loaded up our lives and headed west. It was basically like the Oregon trail sans dysentery, measles and typhoid fever. To this day I'm disappointed we didn't forge the mighty Mississippi for the sake of posterity.

I'm transparent in life, and always on this blog, so let's get real for a second and connect the dots:

Go on, take your time. A few of you may be like my little sister and it may take a few days for you to connect those dots. Bless your heart.

Here's the deal. We don't have a definite timeline for all these things to take place. I love my current job. It's truly fabulous. However, sometime I'm going to move. It's just life.

Drum roll, please.

I've decided to make an Oklahoma Bucket list! I need your help adding to it. It must include everything I must do before I even consider packing boxes.

The list so far:

  1. Repel from Red Rock Canyon
  2. Back road to Eischens
  3. Ride the Bricktown Canal water taxi
  4. Eat dinner at Vast
  5. Sit Courtside at a Thunder game
  6. Eat at Jigg's Barbecue (one last time...)
  7. Go to Cowboys (This one makes me cringe a little...)

Add your ideas in the comments!

Over & Out.