Minimal enthusiasm

I am ever mindful of my amazing good fortune, having almost made it to age 69 (this July 13) in solid health and being physically and financially secure with the freedom and resources to do pretty much anything I please. I have interests in music, writing  learning and hobbies I can pursue and meaningful projects in mind, in particular, organizing the family archives that have been passed down to me. My three daughters and son-in-law are all fine people who are all experiencing personal success. Yet, despite being grateful for all of this, I wake up after 8 or more hours of sleep wishing I could stay in bed all day rather than get up and engage with my life.