Monday, March 27, 2006

The Ride

A week from today at this time, J~ and I will be on a plane, on our way to Mexico, while B~, his son, is on a bus, beginning a week-long field trip with his school. We planned this vacation a month ago, and I keep meaning to mention it to you, dear readers, but more pressing topics have always come to mind.

At this point, nothing seems more pressing than a few days on the beach.

I'm sure I'll have more to say about recent events in the near future, but for now, my thoughts are these:

We are all learning. We all have blind spots. I am no exception.

Everyone deserves to be treated with discretion and respect.

Honesty is, by far, the best policy.

I am grateful for every piece of honest feedback I ever receive, even when the message is difficult to hear.

Life, and everything that it entails, makes for a very wild ride. Sometimes thrilling, sometimes nauseating, and thankfully, not over yet.


Nico said...

I'm so sorry Amy! It never occurred to me either that there could be issues with your posting about some of the women you've met through work. Now that it's pointed out, I can see the problems though... but it has been a real eye-opener to have even just a slightly better understanding of where they're coming from. Any chance of a second chance?

Family Ties said...

Have a great relaxing trip. Hopefully the work stuff can be resolved through a conversation instead of termination.

Nik said...

I was really surprised that your clients' anonymity had been compromised by your blog, which I suppose is presumptuous on my part--thinking that if you're having an abortion, you're not reading blogs about abortion. I imagine I would wonder if you were talking about me if I was the one who was heading toward their 5th abortion. I'm not sure if I'd be offended or not. That's the trouble with abortion--it's still such a dirty little secret. Though I don't celebrate abortion nor do I think it's an appropriate form of birth control, I do look forward to the day when it's understood as a corrective to a mistake, a medical option, and not a moral, even at 5, quagmire. As a woman for choice, I do believe it's my body and the fifth fetus is no more a fully sentient being than the first.