Heal me Today

his morning I woke up with a strong urge to tidy up. I try to keep things in order regularly, but let’s be honest — it’s not always possible, and I’m not always in the mood. I wouldn’t call myself a clean freak, but clutter genuinely makes me feel low.

Yesterday, I received a not-so-nice comment about the state of our home — that it was dusty and cluttered. It hit a nerve. Not because our place is spotless (you definitely can’t eat off the floor), and it’s been a while since I did a full deep clean, but still… it hurt. I told myself: never again will anyone have a reason to say something like that.

So, I made a decision — to prepare the apartment not just for cleaning, but for a real reset. I’ve ordered a few things to help cleanse the space of negative energy — crystals, sage, and some other little tools that I’m hoping will help shift the vibe in our home.

This weekend we were away, and everything felt calm. But the moment we got back, the heaviness returned — petty arguments, tension in the air. Something really feels off, and I want to shift it.

So I rolled up my sleeves. After walking my daughter to school, I got right to it: took down the curtains, washed them, cleaned the windows, wiped dust, swept, scrubbed the tiles, and returned everything to its place. It felt so good — not just the space, but me.

Now, I’m thinking of setting a better routine — deeper cleaning more often. But not on weekends. That time is sacred — for family, for rest, for being with my daughter.

How do you balance it? When do you clean?

Strangely enough, despite how much that comment stung, something good came out of it. It pushed me to do something I’d been postponing. Maybe there’s some truth to that old saying — not everything bad is all bad.