There is a slice of time during which you can get the World to yourself. No e-mail. No texts. No noise. No children-love them as you do. No girlfriend whispering sweet nothings in your ear-adorable as that is. You've got to find that slice of time. It may be late, perhaps very late. Or early. Possibly ridiculously early. But it's the time when you create, when you do the stuff you're on Planet Earth to do. Lead, write, help, knit, teach, repair, cook. Who knows? You do. It's got to be done. Without that talent of yours, Planet Earth loses out big time. And you're left worrying about trivia such as where are your car keys?
Find that slice of time.