At my mom's house there's a box in my bedroom closet that is filled with journals. They are brimming with adolescent wonder, worries, antics, drama, dreams and everything in between. Probably a lot of boy-talk too, let's be honest. At some point, I stopped writing, packed up the box and put it away for safekeeping - and no, I have never re-read them. I might need a full bottle of wine to face my teenage self, I was a tad feisty.
Why do we stop taking the time to write out our days adventures?
Who says our future selves won't be interested in what wild journeys we're on (aka life), what food we can't stop shoving down our mouths (nachos, marshmallows, kale, I could go on...), what latest fashion trend we're into (hello jumpsuit season!), and our mission to find a plausible solution for clammy hands other than Botox injections. Ok, maybe I'm in the minority on that one, but trust me, clammy hands are the worst. Or maybe we won't care in the future. But I care right now. And I'm going to spill my heart out via this thing called the internet and channel my inner teen who loved ending her day with a pen and a diary into my 26 year old version, The Wilde Files.
My life is either behind glasses or in front of the camera. Trust me, if I could wear my glasses on camera I would, but the lighting technicians aren't shy to remind me that cameras don't like glare.
I tend to be in sweats and sneakers with a bun on top of my head with my favourite pair of specs, or I'm dolled up with weaves, lashes and playing dress-up in girlie clothes for my gig at E! Canada. Both versions are 100% me; we have many sides to our personalities and many interests. That's what The Wilde Files are all about.
Fun fact #1: Graduated from McGill University with a bachelors in science
Fun fact #2: Got into television thanks to MuchMusic's VJ Search reality show