About - Daily Love with Mastin Kipp


mastin_picHi, I’m Mastin. Welcome!

This here baby, The Daily Love, was born in an 8’ x 8’ pool house and Kundalini yoga studio.


That’s where I was living at age 28 – down-and-out broke in Los Angeles, California, in a structure about the size of a jail cell.

Owned by my ex-girlfriend’s parents, who took mercy on me, and just big enough for my California king mattress and nothing else…you could say it was the Hollywood version of a jail cell.

I know, I know —

Pretty cushy compared to actual prison. But a long way down from where I’d been:

My own house in the Hollywood Hills, with a BMW, A-list celebrity friends, and my dream job in the music business.

I remember asking my Creator, why was I in such a small space? The answer I got back? “This is the size of your faith.”


But it was just enough.


My title:  Senior Vice President of A&R at Flawless/Geffen Records. At age 21. Not too shabby, right?

I’d dropped out of USC to take the job. It was all I’d ever wanted.

I’d already busted ass as an intern at a company that represented acts like Limp Bizkit Korn, Puddle of Mudd and the Backstreet Boys. Later in my career I served as assistant manager to Gnarls Barkley.  And then, with my new job, I served as official Hot Shit King of the World.


Drugs and parties. Parties and drugs. I was on the circuit seven nights a week. I knew the promoters, the door guys, the hotties, the celebs. And, of course, the dealers. And they all knew me.

I did blow, Vicodin, you name it. At first it was just to fit in. Then, well…we all know how that one goes.

I’ve since discovered that addiction is a function of looking for The Divine in the wrong place. More on that later.

After just two months at my Hot Shit Job, I was fired. Something about a drug problem.


I had other things going for me. I still had juice; I had a clothing line called Love Yourself (I myself wasn’t quite there yet) that was in Planet Blue, Kitson, all the cool stores around Beverly Hills and Malibu.

And then I didn’t.


The recession hit. The clothing line collapsed.

In one week, which I call my Divine Storm,

✔ My clothing-business partner and I broke up.

✔ My roommate kicked me out.

✔  I got gout in my foot.

✔  My back went out.

✔  The girl that I was dating and I broke up.

I think that covers it. Did I mention I had gout? Gout. Who gets gout???


I’d always imagined myself hiring a helicopter to land me in the middle of my Kansas high school reunion and show everyone what a rockstar I was.

And here I didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket.


I took my ex-girlfriend’s parents up on their half kidding offer – to live in their pool house if things ever got bad.

I got myself off drugs. And I needed some new way to feel as good as I’d felt when I was on them.

As I’ve said, addiction is about looking for The Divine in the wrong place. It was time to look somewhere else.

I started doing obscene amounts of Kundalini yoga at Golden Bridge Yoga in Hollywood, CA.

And, I devoured obscene amounts of reading.  Self-development, religion, philosophy, spirituality, more self-development, whatever would help me find myself, find my purpose, find that (self-) loving feeling.


I’ll admit it: at that time, The Divine spoke to me through hot chicks and successful entrepreneurs. I liked books by attractive females and mega-successful entrepreneurs.

The first book that really rocked my world was Energy Anatomy by Caroline Myss.   I discovered it through a foxy aura reader I’d tried – unsuccessfully – to hit on at a conference. She didn’t give me her digits, but she gave me these audio CDs.

I listened to them. The heavens opened up. Cue chorus of foxy angels.

And then I found Tony Robbins. Once you go Tony, you never go…back. I know, that’s not at all catchy. But it’s true. I couldn’t get enough.

I was on an unbridled self-discovery spree — reading book after book, attending seminars, soaking up wisdom wherever I could get it.

And I discovered such brilliant stuff; I just had to share it.


From the 8’ x 8’ room, with nothing to my name but a painful case of gout, I started tweeting my butt off & writing blogs every day.

And everyone loved it!

OK, not everyone.

But I kept at it.


In August of 2009, after I’d been tweeting for a year, Kim Kardashian — with her 2-million-plus Twitter followers — told them to follow @TheDailyLove. And with that single tweet, The Daily Love went overnight from 1,000 followers to 10,000.

And the rest is history. No, make that your story.


Yeah, you.

Thanks to a growing community of brilliant, love-seeking and love-sharing dynamos like yourself, The Daily Love has taken on a life of its own.

You’ve helped it evolve into such a force that even Oprah’s lovin’ it up.

You’ve helped spread the word and live The Daily Love’s mission: to challenge our limiting beliefs and all the BS stories that hold us back; to help bring healing to the planet by helping people connect to what makes them happy.

It’s powerful stuff, this TDL business. It led me not just to a new life, a purpose, and a book deal with Hay House, but to the love of my life…











What can The Daily Love do for you?

The sky’s the limit.

Explore the site. Soak it up.

Life is short. Let’s get the most love out of every day.




Mastin Kipp is the founder of TheDailyLove.com – a website, daily email and twitter account that serves soulful inspiration to a new generation.  Started as a feed of quotes sent to Mastin’s friends, The Daily Love shot to fame after a tweet from Kim Kardashian. And a love monster was born.

Hosting Mastin on her weekly show Super Soul Sunday, Oprah dubbed him an “up and coming thought leader of the next generation of spiritual thinkers.” Both an honor, and a mouthful.

Mastin’s mission is to connect people back to what makes them happy. Happy people make better choices, and better choices make for a better planet.

His book, Daily Love: Lessons Learned on a Journey from Crisis to Grace, is due out from Hay House on September 9th, 2014. To pre-order click here.


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