Over and over and over and over...

Redundant work day in and day out. Oh, how I quickly become bored with doing the same thing every day. It's not that I don't like what I do, it's just that redundancy is swallowing me whole. I want to sail freely into new places and new ideas. I want to feel new emotions, be part of something uniquely interesting and weird. However, I suppose I am needed where I am at this point. In this very moment, I am wanted, in that same redundant schedule, visiting with the same people every day, eating the same lunch every day, and somehow I can usually be satisfied with that... for a moment.