Clean Sweep.

Around 2 p.m. today, I laid across my couch staring at my floors. I couldn’t help thinking, this place needs a clean sweep. It was just.. dusty. So I got up and started sweeping.

Once I finished, I laid back down on the couch. An hour went by, and there I was again, staring at my floors. Still not satisfied. So I got up and swept them again. But this time, I mopped too. Not a quick mop either. I boiled pots of water on the stove and poured them into the bucket. I wanted it clean clean.

When I finished, I grabbed my Swiffer and went over everything one more time. Just to make sure no dust was left behind.

Still, something felt off.

They needed polish.

I have the kind of floors that need to be polished every month to stay shiny, so I gave them a good one. I finally sat back down admiring my work and loving how my floors sparkled.

And that’s when it hit me.

Have you ever felt like you needed to do that in your personal life?

That’s exactly how I felt toward the end of 2025.

I wasn’t satisfied with who I was. Or with the people I was surrounding myself with. So slowly, I started sweeping. I started removing old habits. Old mindsets. Old connections that had been collecting dust in corners I kept ignoring.

Then I realized sweeping wasn’t enough.

Some things needed deeper cleaning. Some things needed to be scrubbed, not just acknowledged. Some patterns needed hot water and effort and intention. Some relationships needed to be wrung out and set down.

And even then, I noticed something else.

Sometimes you can do all the cleaning and still feel dull.

That’s when you realize, it’s not about removing what’s dirty anymore. It’s about restoring what’s already there.

Polish is for maintenance. For care. For choosing to keep something shining even after the mess is gone.

I think that’s where I am right now.

Not perfect. Not finished. But finally clean enough to see what I’m working with. Finally clear enough to protect my peace. Finally intentional about what I allow to settle into my life.

Because I’m learning that not everything that enters your space deserves to stay.

And not everything that looks clean is actually cared for.

Love ya, BYE!