A tiresome lack of variety.

Why do I do it?  Why do I continue to do something that the word monotony seems to have such a perfect fit for.
Every day I find myself feeling like I don’t want to do it, but (almost) every day I do it anyway and do nothing to correct the situation.
It could be so easy to correct.  Just a little bit of work to find something to replace it.  But it always seems too hard.
The bad outweighs the good, but the good has a way of masking the bad sometimes.
Maybe one day I will have the guts to change it for the better.