Victoria’s Atrium building — sitting snuggly on Blanshard Street between Johnson and Yates — is a beautiful piece of architecture and one of my favourite places to work. There’s no obligation to buy anything or even do anything specific; it’s that rare public space where you can just sit and be a while.
I settle in at the long common table in the middle of the open concept main floor, a table that can at once serve as both a place of productivity and a tiny window into the lives of others.
Job interviews. Casual coffee dates. Date dates. Strategy meetings. Employees bitching about their bosses. Bosses bitching about their employees. A quiet catch-up on reading material. A board game. It’s fascinating the strands of human interaction you witness in a communal space.
Most assume that working for yourself is lonely, but sitting in a place like this, I feel more in tune with the people, city, and culture that surrounds me than I ever did sitting in an office.
Is your personality defined by how you perceive yourself or by how you are perceived by others?
I see myself as a good person, but recent life stressers have made me seem bitchier than I intend.
It feels wrong to express opinions when I'm not an expert on the subject matter. But neither is anyone else?
Are catcalls ok? I can't decide.
I've had some of the most intimate conversations with my dad recently, as he waits to get out of hospital.
On the summit of Mt. Douglas
Sound of the waves. Dogs fetching sticks in the water. Much needed alone time.
These kids are behind the bush at a park...they're collecting sticks and making "camp fire"
I got this for my husband as a souvenir ftom my trip to Tokyo.