There will be time . . .

One of my favorite poems is The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot.  (The full poem can be found here.)  As I have thought about how to start blogging again the lines from this poem have come to mind:

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;	25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;	30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

One of the themes of the poems is hesitancy and indecision.  

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—	40
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare	45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

I keep going back and forth in my head.  There are only so many hours in the day.  Is blogging about what I eat or how I discipline my kids or what food I choose to store the best use of my time?  I don't know.  But I am still here.

I am not sure how consistent I can be going forward. I now have three monkeys instead of two.  I also started running a non-profit out of my home, so I am working part time.  

And yet, blogging a few silly things for the world to read still draws me in.