For the first 30 hours or so, that's how it remained. Everything was fun, there were limitless possibilities, and I could do almost anything I wanted to. Most of the time, I would just walk around and explore the land. My character--a single weapon/shield using, rogue/warrior/archer--would sneak around and see what sort of amazing things he could find.
Maybe he would harvest some of the random herbs and ingredients he found, or maybe he would see what was in that scary looking cave over there. Who knows? He could do anything.
My early wanderings took me to the steps of a great mountain. The sun was quickly fading and the warm fall air grew cold, and filled with snow. Bow and arrow at the ready, my character carefully moved through the beautiful tundra, up the mountains foreboding slopes, eager and ready to face what lay before him.
It was then, when I first saw the figure ahead of me. A dark form, illuminated in the moonlight, froze still before me.
My sight cleared and the snow fox stood, beautiful and sleek, as a gust of snow swirled around it. The first arrow flew straight and true, piercing the snow fox through the body--but not enough to kill.
Seeing my prey escape, I quickly gave chase. Sprinting through the white night, the cold snow whipping around me, trees and rocks flying by as I ran.
Suddenly the fox was out of sight, and quickly out of mind.
The light of a camp fire drew my attention, and I carefully approached. As I walked right into the bandit, I barely had time to draw my bow, my arrow falling into the snow. When the fight was over, I had never felt so thrilled by a game.
Fast forward 80 hours later.
Level 37. Having fast traveled yet again from a dungeon to my home in one of Skyrim's towns where I could sell my goods and disenchant/smith some new gear, I realized that I wasn't having fun anymore.
The excitement and wonder was all but gone. Now, instead of chasing snow foxes, I run around town trying to sell my goods to merchants who never have enough money, or trying to smith and enchant my items, or create a potion, in what feels like a never ending cycle of "dungeon run, loot, sell, craft."
I spend more time now trying to sell items and make new ones, than I do questing.
Even the main quest hasn't soured on me.
The first time I met a dragon, it was such a thrill. The first half of the quest line was wonderful. I can't tell where exactly I lost interest, but when it came time to fight Alduin, I actually just left.
I said "no, I don't care", and walked down the mountain, leaving it all behind.
I haven't played since.
This thread isn't meant to be a whine-fest. I love Skyrim--I've loved all TES games. I want to have fun with it again, and I'm looking for help.
I think that one of the factors making me not enjoy the game, is the same thing that first made me giddy with excitement. There is SO much to do in Skyrim, and I think that this fact has stretched me thin and has also diminished my appreciation.
I feel like my character is at the same time critical to the world of Skyrim, but at the same time so far removed.
How did I become so disenchanted with the main story? How did I go from being excited to find new herbs and items, to a grind of selling stuff to merchants and trying to level my smithing and enchanting. I feel like I just do a circuit in the towns.
Somewhere along the line I lost "that loving feeling"--for lack of a better term.
Has this happened to anyone else? How do I start having fun again?

