I believe a word like wanderlust most accurately describes my state of mind, and I’m rather disappointed it isn’t used more often in everyday speech.  I find that writing isn’t therapeutic but rather angst management.  In a recent novel I read I thought the main character lacked sensible shoes while he was spelunking.

One time while I was writing along at a pretty good clip something in the ditch beside my sentence caught my eye. I pulled over but it was just a couple old subordinate clauses that no one wanted anymore so I left them there.  But as I looked back along the phrase I had been writing I could see what I had written. It was a song. There it stood, four versus and a chorus. This isn’t where I had planned on going when I set out. Curses. I was lost again.