An awakening

Its always an amazing experience to run a weekend workshop. This weekend was a milestone in my team's workshop mileage.
We had many weeks to prepare for the workshop as the period chosen initially smacked right in the middle of the December holidays; the hotels were only available in this period in January. The workshop was huge; a total of seven sessions were planned to cover the entire sweep of our client.
All these while our workshops are planned with our good chief being available to oversee or conduct it, so we went about the planning and design in good stead. Two days before the workshop, though, our chief took ill, and it was left to us to make the workshop happen.
We fought the temptation to delay the workshop and decided to proceed as planned. We, after all weren't inexperienced; we each had clocked a reasonable number of workshops. It was only the sheer size of the workshop that daunted us.
Still, despite our fear, we gritted out teeth and proceeded. Every swiftlet reaches a point where it must spread its wings and fly, and every swimmer has to let go of the sides.
The fear of having missed out something was real, and there were moments where self doubt reared its ugly head; but in the end, knowing that you are alone in the swirling ocean of the moment, that to fail or to finish depends on what you decide to do with the rudder and tack in your hands, you grit your teeth and decide that only you know what needs to be done.
In the end, we finished the workshop, and, what matters is that we reached the shore, neverminding that we lost our supplies along the way and that the sail is in tatters and the oars broken.
With the passing of the storm, the morning sun brings a new warmth and lights a new day.