My twenties have been filled with so many unforgettable memories. I have made new friendships and lost old ones. I have travelled to spaces and places I never imagined I could go. However, amongst all of these experiences, big or small, if I could pick one thing that defines the twenties it’s choices.
When I was seventeen I made the choice to commit to a Long Distance Relationship (LDR). Over 7 years later, I am about to call this man my husband (crazy…I know!). If I could chat with my 17-year-old self I would tell her to make the same choices all over again.
Throughout the past seven years, the hours of physical separation outweighs the hours spent cuddling. I can’t even begin to count the hours spent in planes, trains, and cars to get to someone who probably didn’t wash his sheets for my arrival. Was it all worth it? Definitely.
As a self-proclaimed master of long-distance (seriously I deserve an award), I want to share a list of 10 reasons why an LDR can actually be fun and beneficial!
I’m not here to say an LDR is always honky dory amazing. There will be times when it will suck! It takes a lot of work, more compromising than I care to admit, and a sense of undertaking. You have to be willing to work for it and just have fun! It might seem scary to date someone in another city, country, or maybe even across the globe, but if you stick through it I promise an LDR can be your greatest adventure!
“Missing someone is a part of loving them. If you’re never apart, you’ll never know how strong your love truly is.”
It’s our birthday tradition to write each other a list of attributes, bucket-list goals, or whatever is relevant to us at the time. The list is numbered to total the age we are turning. Some past examples: “18 Reasons Sidney Crosby wants to marry you”, “19 Reasons you’re meant to be a star”, you get the picture. This year, though, in honour of Mad’s 23rd birthday today (and our increasing maturity), we’ve come up with a list of 23 things that we’ve learned in the first few years of our 20s……sticking with the theme of bronze & gold and sharing our ripe wisdom for all 20-somethings:
1. Put your phone down and enjoy the moments of your life… everything doesn’t need to be on record. In my family we say “remember it the first time around” and there’s something to that… soak it up.
2. Don’t be afraid to try something new (work a random job, volunteer for something you never expected to, etc), you never know what hobby or passion you may discover.
3. Write down your mom or your grandma’s or your aunt’s recipes now before it’s too late and you can’t figure out how they made their stuffing, pie crust, spaghetti sauce, chocolate cake (Edith, when you read this put pen to paper and finally start the cookbook I gave you!)
4. It’s okay to like fleece jams, they’re sexy in their own right and real people don’t actually sleep in those lacy silk negligees.
5. If you don’t know the difference between "your” and “you’re” or “their”, “they’re”, and "there”, learn it! To someone who does know the difference, these mistakes are a huge turn off.
6. You will grow apart from friends. We change a lot during our 20s and not everyone changes the same way. Quality over quantity. Put in the effort to maintain your friendships but know when to let one go.
7. Always keep learning - go to every free workshop and seminar you can. I've never gone to a workshop and regretted it.
8. Good quality shoes are worth the money… your feet and your fashion archives will thank you.
9. Set goals and change them often.
10. Find a travel buddy and take big trips, small adventures. Lots of them!
11. Go on at least one blind date in your life (Tinder counts)... putting yourself out there like that, as long as you’re safe, helps you grow and usually makes for a hell of a story.
12. Steve Jobs said it best “The only way to do great work is to love what you do”.
13. The lifestyle you maintain in your 20s will more than likely carry on throughout your life: eat healthy, workout, but remember it’s okay to treat yo’ self!
14. It’s completely normal to feel lost, lonely, and wondering where your life is headed every other minute.
15. Read the newspaper (even if it’s electronic), being informed is important. And Buzzfeed doesn’t count.
16. Puppy snuggles make a lot of worries go away so squeeze them in whenever you can.
17. Grab a pencil and a notebook and write the old fashioned way… grocery lists, love notes, anything. It scares us that our kids may not know how to hold a pencil or write in cursive.
18. Find your person… the one you can call when you know you’re being irrational, your hormones are raging, or you just need a third party outsider to validate your emotions.
19. Keep snacks in your purse. You never know when the elevator will stall, your car will run out of gas, or a meeting will run too long. Same goes for a bottle of water.
20. Have a trashy reality TV show that you watch shamelessly. It’s an amazing reality check into what really matters and how together your life really is!
21. If you keep having thoughts about doing something, do it! Whether it’s a career change, a trip, starting a business, you don’t want to look back years from now and wonder what if.
22. Talk to people in the elevators, Starbucks line, anywhere.. you never know who you’re going to meet and what wisdom they will have to offer.
23. Whatever you do, put your whole heart into it… don’t do anything half ass!
Lots of love,
Mad & Teal
Last night was the Santa Parade here in Kingston. It is my 6th year here and regrettably the first time I’ve made it to the parade. This year I wasn’t missing it! I’ll admit that there is no Santa Clause Parade as great as the one on Miracle on 34th Street but, big or small, they all do a heck of a job at gettin’ ya in the spirit. And I was ready for some Christmas cheer!
Memory lane: As a kid, Winchester’s Parade of Lights was the absolute greatest. We had pride in the fact that we were the first night-time parade in the area, started by a great community man Mr Joel Steele. Bri and the Hydro boys put the banners up every year and I can remember feeling so proud every time we drove under them for the month leading up to the big day. Then they’d go up in their bucket trucks to turn off every single street light so the floats could glow in the dark. From the time we were small Kare would bundle us up, put hot pockets in our Sorels, and roll our wagon down the main drag of town to secure us a prime location. She always had a Thermos for each of us with hot chocolate and marshmallows to bring along. Mom, Dad, Mama, Papoo, and Aunt Nance though: in their Thermos was more of a hot tottie (if you can imagine!).
In Winchester, everybody knew everybody in the parade so it made for a lot of small town pride (easily mistaken as hootin’ and hollerin’). Our title as the home of Parmalat cheese and Dairy Capital of Canada meant that there was always a cow in the parade handing out Cheese Strings and that was better than any mini candy cane. Our neighbour was an organ dealer and every year he pulled his organist through the parade route in a clear bubble (not to be mistaken for the Pope) while she pounded away at the keys. The other floats didn’t veer far from the tractor and hay wagon standard. The highlight of the parade, as with any parade, was the finale though… the magic of seeing the big guy up in his sleigh and shouting up at him your Christmas list (every year he somehow heard it, I swear he has bionic hearing) was like no other. Again, we took pride in our Santa Clause… year after year Elzon rocked the red suit and white beard.
Saturday night’s parade down a packed Princess Street was full of holiday cheer. Floats were blaring Christmas carols and decorated accordingly. What I realized is that the hootin’ and hollerin’ from back home proved true even in a bigger city like Kingston. Santa Clause Parades bring a strong sense of community to the forefront. The thing I like about it, no matter what city you’re in, is the gathering and the tradition. Everybody bundled up, beginning to feel the magic of the season. Young and old, everybody shouting ‘Merry Christmas!”
For some extra Monday Motivation, we’re introducing you to Kayla Itsines, a personal trainer from Australia with almost 4 million Instagram followers! I started hearing about Kayla Itsines way back in January of this year when some friends took on her program as a New Years Resolution. At the time, I had no idea what the #thekaylamovement or #bbg were.
When Kayla started working as a personal trainer at a women’s only gym in 2008, she realized that the majority of her clients were all after the same “look”- a flat stomach, and toned arms and legs. Realizing that traditional personal training techniques didn’t cater to what these women were after, Kayla decided to develop her own exercises to target those specific areas and soon started her own company. She used Instagram and Facebook as ways to share her training methods and slowly her following started to grow and grow. To further reach women around the world, she created an e-book program, a 12 week “Bikini Body Guide”, which I recently completed.
As a lifelong athlete I grew up in the gym. I’m comfortable lifting weights and designing my own workouts but after two years of being retired from competitive hockey and a hip surgery last year, I was really in a rut with my workouts. I was just starting to get sick of doing the same things that I had been doing for years and I was also finding it harder and harder to fit in my 2 (or more) hours a day workouts!
So, over the summer I decided to give Kayla’s Bikini Body Guide (BBG) a try. The BBG is a 12 week program and each week consists of three resistance training circuits. The circuits are divided into 2 portions of 4 exercises each. You complete Circuit 1 (4 exercises) as many times as you can in 7 minutes. You then take a 1 minute break and repeat Circuit 1 for 7 minutes again. After another 1 minute break, you do the same with Circuit 2. So in total you are working out for 28 minutes! I love the set up because after only 2 sets, you’re switching to the next circuit and halfway done! The best part is, you can easily do the circuits at home if that’s where you’re the most comfortable. Side note- you combine the circuits with both low intensity and high intensity cardio spread out over the week which Kayla explains in detail in her program.
I finished BBG in the middle of October and started right back at Week 1 again. I’m now on Week 4 for the second time and I am absolutely in love with this program. For me, BBG is the perfect way to help keep me balanced. As 20-somethings, we have so much going on! We’re always busy multitasking and juggling school, work, friends, family, social outings, and more! BBG is great in that it ensures we are getting the most out of our workouts. You put in a solid 28 minutes of high intensity exercise and you’re done! And trust me… you’ll know you worked out and still be feeling it a few days after!
So whether you’re looking to change up your workouts, feel stronger, or start your New Years Resolutions a little early, I highly recommend giving the BBG a try! Follow this link to sign up on Kayla’s website for a free week trial https://www.kaylaitsines.com/pages/free-workouts
Lots of love,
As Canadians, Remembrance Day is an important reminder of the sacrifices that have been made for our freedom and our safety. While the country pauses in silence each year on November 11th to remember those who have fought, the two of us remember the feelings we felt as we had the opportunity to literally walk where they walked in the First and Second World Wars.
In March 2009 we had the privilege of joining in on a school trip to France and Belgium. Before we express our gratitude and epiphanies, full disclosure: Mad went on the trip in hopes of falling in love in Paris and bumping into a reincarnated Coco Chanel on the Champs d’Elysee. Teal went on the trip because her mom said she would pay for this one, and not the Jamaicain grad trip. It was a no brainer...off they went. Suitcases big enough to fit a small pony, the girls were bound for Europe.
We owe our friendship to this trip, but that isn’t all. We left for the airport that fateful day thinking we would hit all the hotspots and just go to the grave sites ‘cause we had to. We were told to bring rubber boots for trekking back into the fields but we wouldn’t actually wear them, we thought. Maybe we would even wait in the bus while the history buffs and teachers got off at the numerous scheduled grave sites to do the rubbings and record data on local soldiers. We weren’t being inconsiderate or ignorant, it just wasn’t the selling feature for us.
Maybe it had something to do with meeting a group of cute British military boys at one of the first grave sites, but we quickly stopped counting down the days to Paris and realized the significance of the trip we were on and the places we were seeing. One thing we quickly learned is how respected Canadians are abroad. On our very first day, we were taking pictures in the centre square in Bruges, Belgium with a Canadian flag. Belgians who passed by either cheered, wanted to take a picture with us, or started singing and dancing. They loved Canada and it took us, again, a couple days and a lot of reflection to truly understand why.
The next day we began our graveyard and battle site tours. This was the part of the trip that we had not been too keen on but was the part that ended up impacting us the most. The first cemetery we saw was Tyne Cot which is located on the Paschendaele Ridge. Growing up, we hear the poem In Flander’s Fields every single November 11th when we remember the members of the armed forces who have died in the line of duty. As soon as we stepped foot in Tyne Cot, we immediately thought of the second line of this poem, “Between the crosses, row on row”. Over 11,000 soldiers were buried in the first cemetery that we stopped at. Of these fallen men, 4,000 of the graves were marked and the rest were labelled “Unknown to God”. The imagery of 11,000 stark white gravestones in rows was poignant beyond belief.
A unique aspect of our trip was that before leaving, every student had been assigned a different soldier from our area who was buried in one of the cemeteries that we were going to be visiting. We had researched our soldiers, spoken with remaining family members, and our goal was to come back with a grave rubbing to present to their family. Walking through the graveyards of the French countryside made the reality of war very clear to us. You see, gravesites appear everywhere because during the war, the dead who could be found were often buried right at the battle site. This resulted in impromptu cemeteries, found in farmers fields and along the sides of back country roads. While the locations of these gravesites may not be widely known or prestigious, the soldiers that lay there have our greatest respect. We understand and appreciate the sacrifices made by these men.
A highlight was visiting Essex Farm which is the cemetery where John McRae wrote his famous poem, In Flanders Fields. We also had the opportunity to visit Vimy Ridge. For a history refresher, Vimy Ridge is a gradually rising escarpment outside of Arras. It provides a natural unobstructed view for tens of kilometers in all directions. The ridge fell under German Control in October 1914. In the spring of 1917, Canadian troops were sent to capture Vimy Ridge. The allies (United States, Great Britain, and France) had tried several times to capture the ridge, but every attempt was met with failure. The Battle of Vimy Ridge was the first instance in which all four Canadian divisions participated in battle together and was one of the greatest battles led by Canadian officers during World War I. The Vimy Ridge Memorial took our breath away. It was originally built in 1922 and restored in 2007. It is a 10 storey white limestone monument with twin pillars that list the names of the 11,285 Canadian soldiers who died in France and whose remains were never found. It also consists of a large limestone figure representing Mother Canada, gazing down onto a single tomb. We had a tour of the monument and the preserved trenches and tunnels. We came across a maple leaf that had been carved by a soldier into the tunnels and preserved. A sign of respect, France gave the land to Canada which means that the Vimy Ridge Memorial actually sits on Canadian soil.
This trip allowed us to experience for ourselves the history that we had previously only read about in textbooks and watched in documentaries. It was beyond what we could have ever imagined in a superficial vacation to Paris and we couldn’t be more grateful for that. We were amazed by the respect and appreciation that people living in the areas we toured still had for Canada, even 100 years after these historic events took place. Our trip was a once in a lifetime opportunity…. visitng landing beaches, Vimy Ridge, trenches, and grave sites… but something that makes November 11th that much more impactful each and every year.
Lots of love,
Mad & Teal
You are the company you keep. Have you ever thought about that idea? When you hang around people who do amazing things you're inspired to do amazing things yourself. This weekend I felt that to be truer than ever before.
My housemates from last year are the kind of people who raise you up - they're genuine, they're hilarious, and they're mighty accomplished. Tom is a recent hire at lululemon corporate following his internship in Operations there. He is also the future MC of my wedding pending we can keep him under control at the open bar. Kathy snagged a highly competitive position in the development program at Bell after she rocked her internship there. She is the ultimate fashionista and only owns one pair of sweatpants for heavens sakes: but they’re leather so they don’t even count! Liam sailed into the top law school in the country after undergrad. He’s the perfect mix of jock, yogi, and The Mindy Project enthusiast. These people are the real deal! And I got to see them this weekend as we all gathered in Toronto (well, I didn’t see Liam this weekend but we caught up at a birthday party about a month ago).
On Friday night the networking group that Tom had a hand in starting hosted a fundraiser for Jack.org. It was leadership, community building, and bringing people together all around. It was impossible not to be inspired by Eric Windeler, Jack's dad, who headed this initiative after the tragic passing of his son. As he spoke to the crowd, chills went down my back and an urgency to make a difference in people's lives struck me like never before. Jack.org is a national network of young leaders transforming the way we think about mental health. Give it’s website one quick look, though, and you’ll quickly realize that it’s doing a lot more than that. What began as a family’s drive to better understand what it was their son went through has turned into a HUGE national movement and impacted the lives of countless young people. Leadership, community, bringing people together.
It was also impossible not to be inspired by the Young Professional Development Network (YPDN) crew for their vision and drive in hosting events like Friday night's: their desire to bring people together to not only mix and mingle but in support of a good cause. I always appreciate a reason to get dressed up but I appreciate even more doing it for something that is larger than the accompanying hors d’oeuvres and pricey beverages.
To top off the inspiration, our night wound up at the Tilt office. Tilt is a startup company that offers a payment platform - perfect for party hosting, collecting utilities from housemates, anything you can dream up. A friend from undergrad works there and brought us over to check it out. The office was exactly what you see in the movies - a loft with wood floors and exposed beams. A place where the creativity needed for startups flourishes. A fully stocked fridge, candy bowl on the granite island, Nerf gun on the coffee table, glass shower in the washroom, and Super Mario Kart on a projector to name a few highlights. Once again, instantly inspired. Imagine working for a company like this? Imagine creating a company that fostered an office environment like this? Again, leadership, community, and bringing people together rang through my head. How lucky was I to be spending a Friday night surrounded by these incredibly driven, incredibly eager, incredibly down-to-earth (most importantly) friends?
Smack dab in the middle of my second year of a Masters degree I often lose sight of where I'm going and what I'm doing it all for. But nights like Friday keep my head in the clouds, a place where I can see the endless possibility. A place where I can see that there really are no limits... I can do anything I wish to do, no matter how big or small. I can make a serious impact on the lives of people. And it will seriously matter the company I keep. I acknowledge how extremely privileged I have been to do two degrees at an institution as diverse and well resourced as Queen's. I have been so fortunate to have met incredible souls along the way, people who inspire me in a multitude of ways every single day. Leadership, community and bringing people together are things I have both experienced and contributed to in my time at Queen’s (for those of you who know how passionate I am about the P&CC). And they are also a major part of what it is I aim to do in every facet of my life. In fact, it’s what Teal and I are trying to foster with this blog.
As the old adage goes, quality is better than quantity and that is certainly true when it comes to your circle and the people you let into your life. Make sure they are people who lift you up and inspire you every single day... Inspire you personally, professionally, physically, and emotionally. Make sure they are people with the qualities of the lifelong friends I got to see this weekend. *Disclaimer: I wish you luck in finding pals anywhere near as good looking or witty.
Earlier today, I had the opportunity and the honour to speak at my high school’s annual Achievement Assembly as the Keynote Speaker. I was asked to speak about my involvement in high school and the importance of participating in a wide variety of things. I have decided to share part of my speech with all of you as I feel it really highlights what Mad and I are trying to achieve with bronze & gold- that a big part of being 20-something is about finding our way.
A large portion of my speech was centered around the word consilience. Recently, one of my closest friends from my undergraduate degree at Plattsburgh State, someone who I can always count on for the best advice and encouragement, introduced me to the term. We were having a Facetime catch up and I was sharing my latest realizations and goals with him. When I shared that I had finally determined the career I wanted to pursue and that it had been there all along, he suggested that it was an example of consilience. In history and science, the term consilience refers to the principle that evidence from unrelated sources can “converge” to strong conclusions.
This is the second half of my speech from this morning, inspired by the one and only Tobiloba Oni:
Consilience means that when a lot of different things that aren’t necessarily related come together, they can lead to a conclusion or success. Participate, commit, follow-through, consilience. I would like you to think of this in terms of our lives and how being involved in a variety of seemingly unrelated things can lead to a positive experience. My story begins at one of the most challenging times of my hockey career.
In grade 11 I wanted to quit playing hockey, I had started skating when I was 2, playing when I was 4. Hockey was my favourite sport, but the joy of playing had been stolen from me. However, I’m sure like with your families, in mine, if you start something, you finish it. I was so relieved when the season finally ended, the misery was over, I could get on with enjoying life again. But during that summer I was asked to play for another team, the Ontario Hockey Academy. This led to an improbable meeting with my college coach and an incredible four year career playing for Plattsburgh State. During my senior year at Plattsburgh, I decided to complete an honours research project which led to an NCAA academic grant for my Masters degree and further research grants at McGill. I was rewarded, and well rewarded all because I was involved with a team.
However, new challenge, when I first moved to Montreal for my Masters, it was very uncomfortable: new city, new school, new program, no friends, and no hockey. Needless to say my first month in Montreal was pretty miserable. I decided to join an intramural hockey team at McGill even though I knew no one on the team, and suddenly everything changed. A girl on my team worked for McGill Athletics and was able to introduce me to various people in the department. Over the next two years, I worked throughout the McGill Athletics and Recreation department where I finally identified the career I want to pursue. I know my parents wish I would have realized my passion for sports management 7 years ago when I was the Minister of Athletics at North Dundas… sorry mom and dad… but it’s all about the journey right??
That’s why I want you to remember consilience. My unrelated sources were my love for sports and strengths in administration and coordinating which came together to form my career goal of sports management, something I had never thought about, and yet are directly linked to participating and being involved. Take advantage of any opportunity to get involved, you never know what path it may lead you down. And while you’re on that path, do something about it, now that you’re participating step up, lead, make it better for the students coming behind you. It’s not always easy to do the right thing, to do that little extra, to do a little more, but that’s what an achievement is, that’s what it takes to achieve something. Are you striving to achieve?
In conclusion, the contacts you make, the contributions you make to the group, the lessons you learn from being part of those groups, and the lifelong friends you make are irreplaceable. This is true for success in high school, college or the workplace. I cannot emphasize enough the importance of having outside interests in life, how being involved leads to a balanced life and high school is when you can jump start this balance. Take advantage of the opportunities you have at North Dundas.
When you leave this room for your next class, will it be recorded that you were present, as having attended, or will you be an active participant in the life of this school and our community. In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”.
I’m still working on finding my way but the journey just keeps getting more and more fun!
Lots of love,
It took us forever to name our blog, when in fact, the name we went with was there all along. We spent a hungover Sunday laying in bed brainstorming until our heads hurt (like hurt more than they already did from the Jager bombs we so foolishly thought we could handle the night before). It seemed we could think of everything but a blog title. At one point we had clever names for a brewery, a chip wagon, and a clothing line. But blog? Couldn’t think of a dang thing.
We have referred to ourselves as bronze & gold since before Instagram existed to make it a go-to hashtag. It originally began as a reflection our own personal affinities with our recessive genes and the hair colours they blessed us with. Were we full of ourselves? Absolutely. If there was a podium we’d have claimed the hair colour medals we had so egotistically rewarded ourselves with.
Thinking back, we may even owe the start of our friendship to our hair colours. We met at a high school basketball tryout back in 2006. The first words spoken were “Oh my goodness, I love your hair… I’m Teal by the way”. We ended up on different basketball teams but quickly bonded at cross country practices over our love of hockey players, (ok one hockey player in particular). And the rest is history!
Mad: I can’t remember a time when having red hair hasn’t been a huge part of my identity. From tales of my parent’s surprise when I came out with a glowing orange halo, to jokes about the milk man, to accompanying my mom to the hair salon and being asked what number I’d used, to fired up fits of emotion, a redhead is what I am through and through. So much so that I won the county speech competition in Grade 6 on the very topic. It’s a distinguishing factor that often has me looking around the room to notice that I am the only person with flaming locks. Distinguishing for it’s physical attributes, obviously, but also for the social implications of being a ginger. Elementary school is when redheads are at the receiving end of teases and jokes: The girl who has ended up being a lifelong bestfriend of mine turned on me one day in Grade 1 and giggled over the bus seat: “Hey carrot top, why don’t you go play with your friends in the garden?” I remember thinking, a) God that was clever , and b) how mean!! then crying about it all night until my mom called her mom. Darby is a best friend of mine to this day probably for her incredible wit and loyalty. We’ll consider that day on Tommy’s bus a lapse in judgment given the fact that, while she is a blonde curly sue herself, she ironically stems from an entire family of gingers. Hey, atleast I wouldn’t have been too lonely in the garden, Darb! It took me awhile but I finally came to realize that having red hair was a pretty special thing that people pay a lot of money to have. I realized that my admirers extended beyond my grandparents and the ladies at the hair salon. I realized that Julia Roberts is smokin’ hot in Pretty Woman and that looking like her now is worth all the jokes in public school!
Teal: My hair colour has always been a big piece of my identity. As a platinum blonde, I have experienced the “blonde stereotype” and been the punchline of too many dumb blonde jokes to count. However, I like to think that I am able to break these stereotypes and define myself by what I do rather than the initial thought people may have when they notice my hair colour. I love to learn and have always said that if I ever won the lottery, I would attend school for the rest of my life. I also play a sport that has most people expressing “you play hockey??” Excuse my research background for slipping through but a study published in Nature Genetics in 2014 (Guenther et al) showed that a single genetic variation is responsible for hair colour. This genetic change only affects the hair follicle, supporting that hair colour is really only skin deep and not linked to intelligence. All of that being said, I am perfectly happy to contribute to the second blonde stereotype because it’s true… we really do have more fun! ;)
Throughout our lifetimes and over the past nine years, we have both undergone, and are still undergoing, countless changes in our journeys to find our passions, achieve our goals, and experience life to the fullest! Amidst all of this change, though, there are two things that have remained constant: our friendship and our hair colours. And we don’t see either changing anytime soon! bronze & gold was the natural choice for the title of our blog. As 20-somethings we hope that bronze & gold will still represent our most defining features for many years to come. At least, we don’t anticipate having to change the title of our blog to double silver anytime soon.
Lots of love,
Mad & Teal
We've been pondering it for awhile. In this tech-era tornado we find ourselves swept up in there are umpteen blogs, motivational Instagram accounts, Twitter parodies. We’ve been surrounded by wit and creativity for years now and feeling like there’s something we can offer.
Our angle: The life and times of 20-somethings as we navigate our way through a period of constant transition. We want to share our experiences of making the most of our 20s - the good, the bad, the lonely, and the fabulous. We’ve realized it’s all about embracing these years for what they are which is taking risks, having fun, but finding the balance to do the things your future self will thank you for. Embracing this period of change for all of its wisdom and, at times, awkwardness, is our message. As two lifelong athletes we get our kicks by facing the everyday challenge that is balancing work, friends, love, family, and fun! And we can't wait to bring you into the mix!
Lots of love,
Mad & Teal