I have to admit to having felt that way in the past. At some point though, I started connecting to all of the people who have gone before me. I would make soup and imagine my own great-grandmother stirring a pot on her own stove, adding a sprinkle or salt or a few pinches of thyme. I would harvest lettuce from my raised beds and hear my grandmother telling me how her aunt always planted onions along the side of the garage in Los Angeles. I would fold diapers and remember my mom telling me how she had folded simple flat diapers when I was a baby.
Soon I was connecting to more than just my familial ancestors; I started seeing my tasks as the tasks of humankind. Some things are basic ~ nursing babies, holding toddlers, making meals, washing clothing, sweeping floors. Some of the things I do are things that people did in the past, but don't have to do now ~ sewing, weaving, knitting, hanging laundry.
I came to think of myself as walking a well-worn path, following in the steps of the people who lived before me. It isn't a rut; I am free to take detours, to sightsee, to stop for a moment and contemplate my life. It is part of being human and experiencing humanity.