Are you tired and lazy in your inner being, or robust and energetic?

I sense that more often than not I am of the former, for brief periods of time the latter comes alive, and it is to this what i'm reading now is addressing, that work is all there is, and false work is when you feel like you need holidays from it, true work is like a real holiday, when there's such a zest for what you're doing. From that comes the best we have to offer, for ourselves and to others. Perhaps my tiredness and laziness is just for a time when I gather my wits so to speak, and calm down from getting all excited about my things, and letting those things enter the bloodstream of my neverending thoughts. It is then that the remaining time will be spent well, not wasted on inconsequentials that are unnecessary and unprofitable.