It used to be just one, one house, one building, one whole. When something good entered the space, everything was good. When something not good entered the space, everything was not good. The infection invaded to every corner and coloured every surface. The poison killing or maiming all it reached, and it reached all. Life was the Titanic with no bulkheads. Every threat was high risk, every obstacle a possible door to disaster. Another look, a closer look helped me find the potential for building and I built … compartments. I didn’t abandon me, I didn’t change what I didn’t need to change. I built. I built compartments within my heart and soul. Windows, doors, walls and ceilings, locks and shutters and even at times, barricades. An injury to my toe is now painful but it no longer needs to disable me. I can tend to my toe and still engage with life. Obstacles may come and go, and yes, there may even be crashes with disastrous effect … but the ship is not always at danger of sinking. It is not unsinkable, but it is more prepared, more able to contain and stronger to repair, restore and to recover. Survive.