The Future of L❤ve, according to Alain de Botton

I came across this video and, not expecting much, decided to see what the future of love looks like from the perspective of a “philosopher of everyday life”.

It was actually one of the MOST impactful examinations of modern love that I’ve ever actually encountered - and an absolute must-watch if you’re looking for answers on how to improve your relationship or find the “right” partner. It’s so, so worth your time!

Would love to hear if this video impacted you as much as it did me; please share your thoughts in the comments. Let’s discuss!

Length: 19:37

To learn more about Alain de Botton, check out his website or his YouTube channel (he has LOTS more interesting videos on many important topics).

Thriving After Bullying: A True Story

Originally published on The Huffington Post

People who meet me today often don't believe that I was a victim of bullying for most of my young life. From the age of about 10 until I switched schools at the age of 17, I was teased mercilessly by the "cool" kids. 

The taunts ranged from the banal (like making fun of my clothes... one that jumps to mind was the "bronze condom jacket," a not-so-clever or apt descriptor for a Speedo windbreaker that I wore a total of one time), to traumatic (the boy who I had a crush on for years asked me on a date so that he could stand me up at the roller-skating rink). I was lucky enough (*insert sarcasm here*) to have a nickname -- Cabin Boy, because I was flat as a board -- that stuck with me all the way through school... so much so, that I remember that a boy who started in our school in Grade 11 didn't even know my real name! 

I'm not 100% sure what made me the perfect target for kids' meanness but, looking back, I think that it was because I wanted to be accepted more than anything. I was too open, too sensitive and tried too hard to make friends... until I hit Grade 10. 

Cut to me sitting on the floor of my closet in my bedroom, contemplating the pain that I felt from being treated so terribly for so much of my life; I couldn't figure out why kids picked on me so much and I couldn't figure out what I could do to make it stop. I was brokenhearted and I didn't know how to survive another minute of it. Eventually, I thought about killing myself. 

But as quickly as the thought surfaced, I made a decision that has affected the course of the rest of my life. I decided that I did not want to die. I decided that I would make it through all of the pain in my life, no matter what it took, and that I would come out on top. To survive, I built walls in my heart and my mind and began shutting down all of the good, vulnerable parts of my personality and psyche. I knew that I would have to toughen up to survive, so I did. In short, I locked my true self - the loving, giving, sweet child that I was -- in a steel cage, never to be seen again. 

Fast-forward 12 years and I was living a life that most people envied. I was living in South Beach with my husband, working a very cool job at a fashion and beauty PR agency and living on the ocean. I partied with celebrities, I went to all the cool clubs, I had fashionable friends... and I was miserable. I was thin and pretty, having spent most of my teenage years cultivating a successful case of anorexia and obsession with my own physical beauty. I had all of the right clothes and went to the right places. I had created the perfect life to show my childhood bullies how wrong they were about me. All of my friends envied me... and yet, I hated my life. 

I woke up at 28 years old and realized that I didn't feel connected to anything in my life. I had the perfect life and I couldn't appreciate or value any of it. So I left everything that I had accomplished -- my husband, my home, my job and dogs -- and moved back to Toronto, where I found myself single, alone and brokenhearted. 

Having spent all of my adult life living behind a mask of success and beauty and then finding myself at the bottom of the barrel (of life) was a very tough adjustment for me. I had thrown my perfectionism out the window, without an idea of what I did want in my life or what made me happy and so, I found myself floating, rudderless, in a sea of unhappiness. I dated constantly, just to avoid being alone. If I were, I felt that I would be proving what the bullies had made me feel my whole life: I was unlovable. 

Once again, I was at an important point in my life. I don't remember the exact moment that I realized that I needed help but I did and immediately, I started the search for a therapist to help me move forward.

Four years later, I'm unrecognizable from the person that I was before. I can't be bothered with fashion; I'm all about comfort now. I don't like going to "cool" places because I knew firsthand how exhausting it is to maintain an (unrealistic) image of perfection. I've embraced my inner nerd, falling back on the books and words that were so formative for me in childhood. I started a successful business. I have traveled the world for months at a time... and plan on spending all of my money going forward on travel and experiences that will make my life extraordinary. I've embraced myself, flaws and all. I realized that I have spent so much of my life pretending to be someone that I wasn't so I will no longer accept being anything but my authentic self. I am still single but I've realized that I'd rather be alone than with someone who won't love me for the person that I really am. 

The most important part of my transformation is the feeling that I now have: I am really and truly happy for the first time in my life. Of course, I have good days and bad but I am finally living the life that I always wanted. I am being true to myself -- and to the girl that I was so long ago, before I donned the mask that I needed to survive. 

But all that being said, I still struggle with the aftereffects of my bullying as a child. I still don't feel "good enough"; I never feel thin enough or pretty enough or successful enough. I have created my dream life but often, I can't appreciate how phenomenal it really is because I'm too busy focusing on what I don't have. Most importantly, I have never been able to fully rid myself of the walls that I built to protect myself. I have never been able to be completely vulnerable to anyone, because I am convinced that if I do, only pain will come of it. Even though intimacy is the thing that I desire most, I cannot yet find the courage to show my tender underbelly to the world or even to the men that I date. 

Will I ever break down the walls? Will I ever fully open up to another person? Or have the bullies beaten me?

The answer is simple... I don't know if I will ever be able to break down the walls and open up to another person; however, I know, without a doubt, I have not let the bullies beat me. I chose happiness when I made the very difficult decision to leave my husband so many years ago and have become a new person. I still go to therapy on a weekly basis to work through the lingering issues that I experience because of my bullying and I am making progress every session, every month and every year. So, even though I haven't put my bullying behind me completely, I know that I have truly thrived, even in the face of something so devastating that I once thought I needed to die to rid myself of the pain. 

And the best part is... so can you. Bullies only win if you let them. Even if it's the hardest, most painful thing that you've ever done, you need to choose yourself and happiness. Don't blindly accept other people's criticisms of you. Hear them and if they are true, make changes. If they aren't, toss them away. Do you... start today. 

I promise you, it will be the most worthwhile thing that you do in your entire life. 

Have you suffered bullying in your life? Does it still affect your life today? Are you experiencing bullying right now? I'd love to hear more about your thoughts and experiences. I am here to help in any way that I can you, especially if you are still being bullied. Email me anytime at; I will be there for you because I, too, can feel your pain. 


If you -- or someone you know -- need help, please call 1-800-273-8255 for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. If you are outside of the U.S., please visit the International Association for Suicide Prevention for a database of international resources.

3 Things I Didn't Know About Myself Until I Divorced In My 20s

Originally published on The Huffington Post

I spent a good deal of my late teens and twenties being a girlfriend and then a wife, completely skipping over the "normal" behaviors that most people go through at that age, like partying, dating and figuring out who I am. When I found myself divorced at the tender young age of 28, I realized that I had no idea who I was, no idea what made me happy and no idea what I really wanted to do with my life. I was broken and alone, terrified that my heart would never mend and that I would never find real happiness.

Fast forward five years and I'm writing this article in my villa in Bali, my heaven on Earth -- and my new home. Although I've spent the last four years in therapy trying to figure out all of my issues, it wasn't until I started traveling a year ago that I really discovered the real me. 

I am actually a happy person.
If I said this to my ex-husband when we were married, he would have laughed in my face. I spent nine years with him, bitching and moaning about a million and one things every day. The tiniest aggravation would send me into a tailspin of worry, upset and anxiety. I was so bad that I developed OCD-level coping strategies to deal with my anxiety (obsessively needing to blow kisses and exhale fully on the last kiss is totally normal right?). Post-divorce, I discovered that I don't need those coping mechanisms any longer. Who knew?! Turns out I'm really happy when I'm living my dream life wandering through Southeast Asia, drinking terrible wine and working on my tan. 

Although I sometimes get lonely, I love traveling (and being) alone.
When I first got separated, I couldn't spend two minutes alone with my thoughts and feelings. I spent an entire year drinking my pain away, alternating between drunk and hungover as f*ck. I couldn't face myself or the situation that I found myself in. When I wasn't drinking, I was dating... constantly. There was a never-ending string of men and relationships, most of which were destined to fail before they even started because I was so afraid of being alone -- literally and figuratively. 

Now, I'm coming up on my one-year anniversary of traveling all by my lonesome. There have been really tough moments -- like the one where I had to cut myself off from all my friends and lay in a hammock on the beach, reading books for a week straight to re-center myself -- but all in all, I have loved every minute of it. Traveling alone is one of the most empowering things that a girl can do... and for someone who spent the better part of her adult life relying on her ex-husband for everything, even after our divorce, it is an experience that I truly needed to have in order to become the fully-functioning adult that I am today. 

Divorce is not an ending. It is an opportunity.
My divorce made me who I am today. Without the personal sadness of my pre-divorce life and the gut-wrenching divorce recovery process, I would never have discovered myself or found happiness. Without divorce, I would have never realized that travel is my true passion and that I am the happiest when I'm wearing a flowy sundress and flip flops, 365 days per year. I would have never started writing for The Huffington Post Divorce section and I would never have had the opportunity to meet and help so many wonderful men and women suffering through the pain of their own divorce. I wouldn't have made the best friends that I have today. I wouldn't have seen the world. I wouldn't have my beautiful dog baby, Osgoode, and because I wouldn't have him, my heart would only be half as full as it is today. 

Travel made me see all of these things and appreciate my life for the very first time, ever. I feel lucky every single day because of what I've gone through. My thirties are so much better because of the heartbreak (of divorce) in my twenties. It sounds cheesy to say but traveling was what helped me to discover myself and today, I am the happiest that I've ever been. 

And, you know what? One day if you discover your own passion, you will be too.

Read more of my articles from The Huffington Post at

Is 'The One' Fact or Fiction?

've always been very skeptical of the concept of "the one": a single person that is destined, by the stars, or God, or whatever higher power you might believe in, to be your perfect partner. It's a concept that seems overly romantic and impractical given the state of dating today. 

So, what happens when you meet someone that makes you challenge that belief; someone who makes you wonder if all the romantic notions that your friends have been spewing might be true after all?

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