Busy is good. I joke that work keeps me busy because it keeps me out of trouble. There is some truth to that statement.
My training class was working on some self-directed study and once my tasks were complete I started thinking about the stuff I was missing out on back home and I got a little blue. I turned to face the wall in an unsuccessful effort to keep the tears from flowing. I quickly excused myself and stepped outside to call my mom.
She quickly put a smile on my face and promised me as much time as I wanted when I got home.
Moms are awesome, especially mine.
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