All my friends say I have to get right back on the bike. And I keep saying maybe not a bike.

I used to jog every day and call it my 'gratitude run.' I'd make my gratitude list as I ran. I never ran out of things to be grateful for. My knees aren't what they used to be, but I still do my gratitude list every day.

I'm still the king of me.

Just wondering why I feel so all alone, why I'm a stranger in my own?

Then not everything is gonna be the way you think it oughta be. It seems like everytime I try to make it right, it all comes down on me. Please say honestly you won't give up on me, and I shall believe.

We talk about defining moments, but I think nothing can define you. They're all refining moments. You're constantly refining yourself and refining your life.

I propose a limitation be put on how many squares of toilet paper can be used in any one sitting.