6.30 in the morning. Quiet all around, except the sound of birds in the background. No movement all around, still moments. You make your first cup of coffee, you take a comfortable position in your favorite place. And you stare the cup, the room, the window or just the ceiling. You think of nothing in particular, for a change. Or of very particular and perhaps very serious things, but with a clear, fresh mood. A new day. Everything is possible. 
A few minutes later, someone is crying/asking for mom/for that cornflakes bowl/clothes, bows, dolls appear all around. It is not quiet, nor still anymore. You now run, competing against the time. You don’t really think, you just do.
The day proceeds, you’ve done a lot, you still have a long to-do list for the rest of the day. You realize some things are not possible, at least not for today. You give your best, all your self and energy. You feel good. Or perhaps not good at all.
But you don’t really worry because you know that tomorrow is another day. And everything is possible. And you will have your 15-minute with self.