It’s taken me a while to get to a point where I can work even though I don’t feel like doing anything. I used to feel like it was ok to be a slave to my moods and only do what I felt like doing. But now I know it’s just not anyway to live.
At times I don’t even feel like doing things I love. Being lazy is fun but expectations (personal and otherwise) require work in spite of mood, desire, or rewards.