I'm suffering from an excess of velleity.
Velleity is volition at its weakest. It's a mere wish or inclination, without any accompanying effort.
My velleity is fed by an overactive imagination... I can see in my mind's eye exactly what my dream garden looks like, for example. So when I am outside, I'm imagining a tree there, a shrub here, a winding path and a bank of flowers. so the lack of all those things and the lack of effort on my part to make them happen don't worry me so much. It certainly makes things easier when you are living with a very large garden during our excessively hot and dry summers.
I'd write more... but what can I say? Velleity strikes again.