Given the dark side of human nature, even then we recognized that the Clean Sweep was impossible. But, some reform did take place. And. along the way, those politicos did what we wanted them to, e.g. get our grandmothers into nursing homes and remove the snow on our side street.
In more sophisticated times, politicos don't use that phrase. Neither do we when we decide that our professional life demands plenty of course correction. There is no illusion of the possibility of an authentic fresh start. After all, those politicos and we careerists bring ourselves with us into all situations.
So, I didn't have grandiose goals when I pulled up stakes along the Northeast Corridor and re-planted my communications boutique in the Southwest. However, I did do what might be consided a version of the Clean Sweep.
The lion's share of old friends were purged, sort of Stalin-style. I have no idea how they are faring in emotional Siberia. I wish them well, as long as they remain far from me. Of course, it was necessary to pull the plug on Facebook.
Along with them went vestiges of mentoring which had, predictably, soured. Fortunately most of those dark forces died or retired. Unless mentors can open doors, too many quickly morph into a public nuisance. It's amazing we don't sue them.
And, the Clean Sweep continues here in the land of sun and self-acceptance. The first two rounds of engaging socially turned up lemons. A Stalin-kind of purge wouldn't have been appropriate. So, they have been phased out with that quick, tight-lipped smile that suprisingly is still in use and still is effective.
In a professional life which operates in fast time the broom must be right by the PC, mobile gadgets, and meditation cushion.