To Be or To Watch TV

I am noticing a reoccurring pattern.

When I am stressed out, anxious, when I feel that things are just out of my reach, I am also very productive.

When I have what I need, when I feel comfortable and happy, I am pretty useless.

I've been realizing lately that I'm just not doing things very well lately. I am not doing a bad job at anything, but I'm not really working very hard either. I do enough. I get the things done that need to get done. Things are not slipping. But neither are they moving ahead. Three examples:

1. I have a lovely home. It is beautiful and well-appointed and I have surrounded myself with things that make me comfortable and happy. I am very lucky in this. But do I ever clean my house? No, I do not. I pick up enough that I do not live in a shit mess and I keep things relatively tidy, but you will not catch me dusting or vacuuming unless someone that I want to impress is coming over. Even when I want my house to be clean, I would rather sit around and wish it were clean than actually clean it.
2. I like my jobs. I find them challenging but also affirming and I know that I do a pretty good job at them, but also I have been realizing lately that I'm really just not working as hard as I could be working. Am I working hard enough to do the job? Yes. Am I excelling? No. I want to excel. I want to be the best at what I do- ambition is not pretty but it got me where I am and now I seem to be completely without it.
3. I am a pretty creative person. I have lots of good ideas. I have the skills, training, and resources to bring these ideas to some sort of fruition. But do I? No, I do not. I just mull on them and then feel bad when they don't ever see the light of day.

I feel like I want to be more productive, but obviously I don't want to badly enough to actually put the work in. But maybe I don't have to be so productive all the time. Maybe it is okay not to feel stressed out and anxious.

So, here is the question: Am I going through a normal post-grad-school phase where I am weaning myself from a workaholic mindset and slowly getting used to a lifestyle that is more of a 20-year marathon rather than a 2-year sprint OR am I being a useless, lazy gadabout who needs to pull her shit together and get things done?