Dropped it

Drat, Blast, Blow, trying very hard not to swear. Bother. Broken beyond repair, what a fool. I even had a little premonition that I was balancing the sculpture in rather a precarious way; but did not listen. Eckhart Tolle says, “ Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it”. Mmm, I am struggling with that one at the moment and cannot face starting again today. When it fell, I held the carving for a moment before letting it go. It was wedged between me and the bench. Why did I let it go? Perhaps I thought it was going to fall on my foot. Drat and double drat!