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How I’ve Lived with Chronic Pain for 30 Years

How I’ve Lived with Chronic Pain for 30 Years

Chronic pain has lived inside me every day and every year for the past 30 years. How it began and where it exists is less important than how I’ve lived with the affliction. Despite getting jumped by two different gangs, being born with a birth defect in one kidney,...

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Evolving is one of the best things about being alive.

Evolving is one of the best things about being alive.

Nearly every day, I think about fantastic it is to be able to grow, learn, and change. I can't imagine having done one thing all my life, and I'm so thankful to have had different careers, lived in different countries and states, traveled, surfed, performed, produced,...

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You can make the world better today by being better yourself.

You can make the world better today by being better yourself.

The best way to take care of others is to take care of yourself first. Practice being kind to yourself, and it's easier to be kind to others. Today, do the work you need to be better yourself. Rehearse the music. Write the words. Get the work done. Make sure you are...

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Acknowledge yourself. You’re doing great work.

Acknowledge yourself. You’re doing great work.

You're doing amazing work. You've been going through a lot, and you're still doing an absolutely fantastic job. Give yourself credit. Step back from all the work you've been doing and all the craziness and say to yourself, "Good job, me." Seriously, there is so much...

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We’re all Rock Stars.

We’re all Rock Stars.

You are. Never forget that. If you think you aren't, tell that to 16-year-old me in this photo. This punk rock me. Standing in front of a microphone with long flowing hair, flanked by Matt Luksetich and Ryan Flanagan, singing my head off Jim Morrison-style with my...

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I was named after a hitchhiker. What’s your story?

I was named after a hitchhiker. What’s your story?

Yes, that's true. His name was Kip Gentry and my parents, Bill and Nancy, picked him up in a blizzard before I was born somewhere between Nebraska and Wyoming in their Volkswagen van called Bilbo Baggins. Thankfully, I wasn't named Kip because 'kip' means chicken in...

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