Sunday February 8, 2026 | The Idea Space | 100 Mindful Prompts for Self-Care and Stress Relief

When someone last made a mistake that affected me, I figured they could make any mistakes they wanted, but I wasn’t allowed to make one myself. I’d already made that mistake at the Seville Apartments. As for my own mistakes, I’m not sure how critical I am anymore; after Thursday, December 20, 2026, I felt like I couldn’t make mistakes at all. I somehow knew my grandmother was on her deathbed because I felt so sad and anxious. I never met my grandfather—he passed away from diabetes on July 4, 1973, before I was born on January 4, 1974.  When my grandmother was near the end, I was in my apartment, crying uncontrollably. People came into the laundry room, and I imagined the elderly folks thought I was angry. I believed them, because they were older and always seemed right. Now I wonder why I can’t live in my own apartment again, even if my parents lived right next door. Is that a good or bad idea overall?