The Permission to Kick Ass Blog
Misadventures to Make You Feel Good About Life
I believe in eating your own cooking… most of what I’ve learned about how to live a “fearless life” (in quotes because there’s no such thing – people only THINK I’m fearless) comes from making choices (some of them pretty dumb) and taking action. And I’m sharing what I learned (plus any adventures I have along the way) in my blog.
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When we left off I’d just made it into Hollywood Studios after nearly high fiving a lady after she threatened her romantic partner for complaining. It was a Saturday and therefore a little busy. Part of my mission included scoring some 50th anniversary gear as well as riding rides… so I meandered through shops while the crowd made a mad…
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A few years ago, when I still lived in Florida, a random Disney day would have been a regular thing… not at all surprising to anyone that knows me. I’m not even sure if it’s surprising to anyone now that I no longer live in Florida. Aaaaaaannnnyyyway…. Friday night I was sitting in the recliner at my Airbnb, chatting on…
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It’s time to Kick Monday’s Ass… It’s important to surround yourself with people you trust to give it to you straight. That much is true in life, and in business. It was certainly true for me last week when my friend Jimmy Parent served me a righteous bitch slap of truth. I was at a mastermind meeting and venting about…
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Last weekend I went to this funky little artsy town north of here called Dunedin. That was recommended by my good friends Rachel Mazza and Dr. Julie Helmrich. After poking around the farmer’s market and buying an assortment of things (really, a true assortment including sterling silver rings, a reusable glass cleaning cloth, natural mosquito repellent, whole wheat sourdough, two…
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It was Halloween night, and I didn’t have any plans (nor anything remotely resembling a costume), so I decided to head to Clearwater Beach for dinner. I brought along my book manuscript and figured I’d read/proof while eating by the sea. My friend Rachel Mazza recommended this place, Frenchy’s… and told me to get the crab fries. That was a…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Today I want to tell you a little story about the time I got rejected by and accepted to THE SAME PLACE. By the time I was thinking about grad school (this was over a decade ago, right as the Great Recession was swinging into full gear), I’d been writing off and on for…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… A funny thing happened on my way to St Pete this weekend… On the road, I got an invite from a friend to attend a concert later that evening. I responded with a hell yeah when I stopped off at a gas station, and continued on my way, with the ever-yowling cat. By the…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… I’ve been thinking a lot about timing lately, and the interesting (and often maddening) impact it has on our lives. One year ago, I was barely keeping it together. I was just a week out from the infamous unexpected breakup and in pure survival mode. It was one of those times where I had…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Lately I’ve spent a lot of time with marketer friends. Since we’re all big nerds, we came up with a new game called, “There’s Your Subject Line”. It’s my new favorite game, by the way… because like a lot of folks, when I sit down to write my brain conveniently forgets all the interesting…
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Today I met the most fascinating person. It just so happened to be the lady ripping out my leg hair. First, let’s get way too personal: I hate shaving my legs. I’m sure my personal grooming habits were something you were DYING to know about me. I mean, I do love smooth legs… but that presents a bit of a…
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I got a spot two blocks from the beach because I told myself I wanted to walk near the water every day. The reality is, it’s two weeks into my stay in Pompano Beach and this is the only second time that I’ve managed to make it out to the beach. Even getting here was a battle of epic proportions……
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Yesterday I booked my last Airbnb of 2021. That’s such a trippy thing to say. It’s been a year (almost) since the split and 11 months of life on the road… already?! How do I keep blinking and missing my own fucking life? Weird wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff aside, I’ve learned a ton about myself in…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Today l’ve got a lot of gratitude. Partially because I got to hang with my family this weekend in a whirlwind trip to Houston and back for my 69-year-old father’s sudden nuptials. But also partially because of the universe’s timing (and sense of humor). My dad said something this weekend that had his new…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Have you ever invented a problem? I do it a lot, and I’m trying to break that pattern. It looks a little something like this: 1. Here’s a thing I think I want to do. 2. Here’s alllllllllllllllllllll the things that could go wrong and/or make that experience horrible. 3. Do nothing. 4. Feel…
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It’s time to kick MondayTuesday’s ass… Yesterday was Labor Day here in the states, and for once I decided to celebrate by doing as little labor as possible (hence why you’re getting Monday’s email on a Tuesday). Since it’s my last week in Savannah, I’ve committed to getting in as much front porch sittin’ time as possible. I mean look…
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My name is Angie and I’m currently battling depression. I don’t need a hug or a high five or a “hang in there”… it is what it is. I’ll keep working through it and eventually it will pass. I’m fortunate in that regard. Mine passes. I know others aren’t as lucky. I feel like I should be over this by…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Keeping it short and sweet this week, mostly because I wrote a long-ass post about why I haven’t been writing about my travels. It’s called “I don’t want to be your fucking breakup guru” and you can read it here. Kick Monday’s Ass: Angie on the Road Speaking of travels, did I mention that…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Trolls. Man, fuck those guys. And not the cute ones from the 90s or that Dreamworks move series. But the ones who sit at their computers all day just drooling, waiting for a chance to feel superior to someone else. You wanna know something? Spelling mistakes really don’t matter. Yes, I will die on…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Sometimes things don’t go according to plan. Seems like such a “duh” thing to say, but I never thought about it much until I had to get good at logistics and planning a household move every 5-6 weeks. Now that I’ve been on the road for awhile, I’ve run into three major planning snags:…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… This week I fell prey to one of the classic (American) blunders… I was on vacation, but I wasn’t really ON vacation. I checked in on my teams probably once a day. I held a standing monthly meeting rather than go through the hassle of rescheduling. And I stayed up until the wee hours…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Where my book nerds at? Ever have that weird thing where one of your favorite authors sets one of their books in a town, and then you visit that town and are hyper-focused on figuring out where this imaginary character has been and gone? No one? Just me? Ok. In the past three months…
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Act one: Angie is pouring herself coffee, hears strange noises. Sees Stella in the bedroom, in a life-or-death battle with the rug. “Stop attacking the damn carpet!” Angie shrieks. Stella bolts. End scene. Act two: Angie opens the front door of the Airbnb, to let in more light as is her custom. She peers through the double-paned glass of the…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Have you ever tried being a tourist in your town? I highly recommend it – odds are there are interesting things happening in (or around) your town that are a hell of a lot of fun… and that you don’t have to travel full-time like me to have a little adventure in your life.…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Lately I’ve noticed a recurring theme in my life and interactions: Kindness. It started a couple weeks back when I had a hard convo with a team member that wound up shining the spotlight back on me in a very uncomfortable way. I was kind to my staff but struggled with extending myself that…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… I met a llama yesterday. Her name is Figgy: Figgy is a rescue llama, and she helps her caretakers run yoga classes. In fact, Figgy and her llama/alpaca gang are so popular that Netflix just featured them in a show about the best vacation rentals (there’s a cool treehouse cabin next door to the…
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It’s time to kick Monday Tuesday’s ass… This week’s existential pondering: am I too old for bunk beds? (subtext: oof, I hope not) Last week I got to the new Airbnb in ATL, and was blown away by how well laid out it is. There is not an inch of wasted space in this place. The bedroom is tiny, but…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… I have a confession… My name is Angie and I have a bad habit of procrastinating on things. Particularly when it comes to my travels. It goes something like this: I get to town, spend a day or two settling in and unpacking, re-establish my work routine. Before I know it, a week has…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… So there I was in Little Switzerland… This is yesterday afternoon. Let me zoom back out a sec – I had no idea this place existed before I happened upon it. I didn’t set out to find an idyllic fire pit/seating area surrounded by lilies overlooking the mountains, but I found it regardless. With…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Do you know how to have fun by yourself? I’m not talking about kicking back to watch the new Bo Burnham special (it’s called Inside and also it’s hilarious) and enjoy a few laughs. I’m talking about going out into the big, bad world and doing things you think might be interesting or fun……
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Do you talk yourself out of doing things you want to do? With all the love I possess: stop that shit right now. Before I get into why, I wanna show you something: That, my friend, is an open air salt water hot tub up in the mountains. If you noticed, it’s in a…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Like a lot of folks, when the pandemic hit, my fitness routine flew right out the damn window. I’d been so diligent before, too – more than two years of going to the gym 4-5 times a week. At one point, I was benching 90 lbs. (impressive for my puny arms) and leg pressing…
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All this week, I’ve had gas anxiety. Not the kind that necessitates you stay near an open window (though that would have been hilarious). For the last week or two, along certain stretches of the East Coast in the United States, there’s been a gas shortage. Technically speaking, there was plenty of gas. But after the Colonial Pipeline shutdown, people…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… What are you saving for someday? For years I had this idea that someday, I’d enjoy a long, indulgent morning routine. We’re talking 2+ hours, full of stretching, coffee, and plenty of staring off into space. Maybe I’d write. Or read. Or sit in the sun and ponder. Someday. Someday when I’d earned the…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… You know, you learn a lot about what you need (and don’t need) when you’re on a year-plus road trip. When I set out on this journey, I thought I had the essentials… Toothbrush and face wash? Check . Laptop and podcast stuff? Check. Underoos? Check. Cat and all her feline accoutrements? Check and…
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Behold: the General Jackson Showboat featuring Tennesee Legends. Today’s adventure. Well, half an adventure. We have to stay at the dock because of a high wind advisory. But hey, brunch and music on a boat, can’t really complain.
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… I’m thinking of starting a “road journal” where I share stories, pictures, and snarky observations/insights from my travels. Is that something you want to see in this newsletter? Leave a comment and let me know! Now let’s jump straight into this week’s video: Kick Monday’s Ass: Call Your Mom (or Someone You Love)…
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I’m discovering I have a thing for architecture, huge old mansions, and large landscaped grounds with beautiful gardens. I mean… this is where I took my one work call today: Here are just a few snaps of the sights. If Cheekwood weren’t half an hour away from my Airbnb, I could see myself getting an annual membership just to go…
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I did not expect to find a full-scale replica of the Parthenon in the land of country and western music. Yet here we are…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… You know the swag you get when you attend an event? I’ve never really thought much about it, beyond sorting it into “can use” and “can’t use” piles. The space in my car is limited, which means stuff I’m not likely to use gets ruthlessly culled and donated. The branded stuff I DO take…
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So uhhh… This is apparently what happens when I diffuse my hair. #beyondbighair #wtf #whoknewihadcurls
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I’m talking about a taco place, perv. I feel like every time I venture out, I find a new favorite place. But yes, I found my new favorite place. It smells divine in here. Plus I’m enjoying the company.
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I grew up listening to country music, so when I got to Nashville I knew I’d have to visit the Opry. I didn’t expect that there’d be a huge shopping mall and convention center in the same parking lot – but thankfully for me that meant free and plentiful parking. S ince I had to book a tour for first…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… I’ve got a business proposition for you: whoever invents a smart smoke detector that only does that ANNOYINGLY INCESSANT low battery chirp during the daytime will be a freaking millionaire. Can you figure it out? If so, shut up and take my money! FOR EFF’S SAKE, WHY DO THEY ONLY GO OFF AT 3…
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Today’s an interesting anniversary. Four years ago today, I got fired from a job I didn’t even technically have. I didn’t realize until that moment that after I left this job I’d been thinking, “oh well, if this freelance thing doesn’t work out, I can always go back.” Then the safety net was taken away and I had to get…
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It’s time to kick Monday’s ass… Have you ever tried to make a smoothie? I made my first one on Friday and lemme tell ya… it was an interesting experience. I’d just gotten one of those fancy schmancy personal blenders where the blending cup doubles as a to-go cup with a lid. I couldn’t wait to save money by making…
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Before I started the podcast, I was almost paralyzed by the fear that I’d get haters tearing apart my work. Then I get comments like this on one of my ads and I feel my old troll self coming back out of her cave and enjoying interactions like this a tiny bit too much. Wow this is gonna devolve fast …
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I found another boat… it’s inside the Gaylord Opryland Hotel (which is MASSIVE). Apparently when they opened this, they sent out empty Jack Daniels bottles and collected water from all 50 states and dozens of countries. Wandering 9 acres (?!) of gardens and waterfalls in this gigantic hotel/convention center: I used to think these big convention centers were totally unnecessary…
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Welcome to storytime. It was an ordinary Tuesday in Memphis… not even a major holiday. Around 10:30 pm, I was roused from my typical nightly Netflix binge by a loud shrieking outside. It wasn’t a cat in heat (though the sound was not far off)… it was a drunk girl butchering Bohemian Rhapsody at top volume, in the middle of…
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Exploring the new neighborhood… I’m staying in the same neighborhood as Oprah’s high school y’all. I am DEFINITELY going to be her favorite thing now.
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Fact: I will ALWAYS find grilled cheese restaurants. And I will befriend the staff and be there so often you’ll wonder if I actually live there.
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