acedia

The majority of people I've talked to lately are being confronted with the daily-ness or monotony of life. Many are thinking of job changes, career changes, moving--really anything to break up life looking like this, day in and day out as far as the mind can reach. Most are searching for the next great thing, the hope for which will carry them through today. We've wondered if our generation has unrealistic expectations of work, or if we're raised on such a constant diet of variety that daily life tastes bland. Mostly I've been pondering Kathleen Norris' writings on acedia, and thinking it's probably the same spirit humans have battled forever, regardless of occupation. None of us seem to be immune from these seasons that are like winter in the heart, regardless of the climate outdoors.
Here's the first page of Norris' chapter on acedia in The Cloister Walk:

She goes on to quote a verse from the hymn "Spirit of God, Descend Upon My Heart":
I ask no dreams, no prophet ecstasies,
no sudden rendering of the veil of clay,
no angel visitant, no opening skies;
but take the dimness of my soul away.