Sometimes, it can be really hard to be inspired to write a new post.  A milllion things flutter around in my mind, all demanding equal attention, and despite knowing that this is my own personal time to utilize as I want, the words just don’t come out.  Instead, my mind wanders.  My fingers reach up to a pimple on my face.  I scratch the scab off but the scar is ever present.  When will this scar ever heal?  It is right in the centre of my forehead, almost like a pottu.  I’m approaching middle-age, and I still have a pimple that refuses to leave me.  Even children know when to eventually leave their parents, but ... read more