Sometimes it's okay to realise you have run out of wrapping paper at the last minute. To then find a new use for the baskets and baskets of scrap fabric gobbling space upstairs.
Sometimes it's okay to realise that no matter how hard we try, we can't always take their pain away or carry their burdens.
Sometimes it's okay to turn licking a chocolatey spatula into an orchestra of song and dance.
And sometimes it's okay to realise that peace can be found in material objects.