Enthusiasm is something I lack. That intense joy and interested in something is missing. Daily demands and life stress can kill our enthusiasm.
Once, I loved going to the gym to work out. I had such enthusiasm for going, lifting weights and working up a sweat. No matter how bad I felt, how terrible my mood was, I loved going. Now, the thought holds no appeal to me. Packing up the diaper bag, collecting all the children, hearing them whine and argue, then going to the gym. No thanks.
I miss having enthusiasm. Maybe I just need to find something new to be enthusiastic about.