I have always seen life as a series of loops. Things that happen over and over that old people see more clearly than young people. The way of the world in a constant repetition starting with day after day, week after week, year after year but also the loops of society the way things work.

I hate loops because after the first one, they’re no longer as interesting. I don’t like my life in repetition. I don’t like very many things in repetition.

I packed up my life and moved across the country to a new life. Farm life. That situation where the loops are even more pronounced. Every day there are chores and I’m not really used to chores.

I haven’t really had chores on a daily basis my entire life up till now and it’s a struggle finding new and exciting ways to do the same thing over and over. It’s really only day 3 or 4 that I’ve been tasked with letting the cows out in the morning, and bringing the cows in the evening. The same chores over and over.

Before long, I’ll have to find a way to make it interesting or to do something else but these chores have become somewhat of an expected responsibility now, which makes them even worse.

I’m not sure what will happen tomorrow except to say that I will let the cows out in the morning and bring the cows in at night.

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