I lived in a household for many years that if you didn't keep up on something you were letting it slide. I never particularly liked that. I am more of a get around to it gal. But through the years I learned to share the anxiety and I made it my own. I tried not to let things slide. If I let things slide I felt guilt or shame.
I am my own boss these days and I am trying out new ways. I let it slide more often than I should. What kinds of things, you ask? Well, dishes can wait patiently in my sink for a day before they get washed. I crumbed up my rug the other day and I really should vacuum it. And it took me 2 weeks to replace a light bulb in the can lights in the ceiling. Eventually, I get around to it.
And maybe there is a happy medium between let it slide and getting around to it and keeping up on things. And maybe I will find it someday. But, I have learned that there is really no place in my life anymore for the shame and the guilt and the blame that leads to anxiety. I am learning to accept myself as I am, the way God made me, the way God sees me. And rather than feel bad and mad and sad, I sometimes let it slide. And smile about that.