Ok, I might as well go first: I wish I could draw. Not at the level where I could make photorealistic portraits, but I’ve always been envious of those who are able to scetch something together in a few minutes that perfectly captures what they want to convey. Sometimes words aren’t enough to express what I want to say, and for those situations I would love to have a simple drawing do the talking for me.
My guess would be the sense of fulfilment.
At work you have a purpose, and so you fulfil it.
At home, to motivate myself to do the chores, is to find a rationale for it to be done.
Etc. Etc. Plus it helps to enforce the thought that I’m “adulting”, like the kid in me and others would say.