Another good thing I learned early in sobriety, when my house was a mess just like my life, was the following:
Sitting in an A.A. meeting, a newly sober person asked – quite seriously – how to clean his house.
A person with many years of sobriety suggested that when he went home, he pause just before entering, take two deep breaths, and then open the door. The suggestion continued that whatever his eyes lighted on first, he should clean. If it was a table piled with junk, clear it. If it was a sink of dishes, wash them. If it was a dirty floor, sweep it.
The idea was to concentrate on doing one thing at a time. I use this technique, too, and it works. I’m not capable of concentrating on cleaning my whole house, but I can clean one spot at a time.
One thing at a time.
Winning with Bipolar 
I don’t know whether it is my scattered mind or just old age, but I find this discipline hard to follow even today. As I go through my day I find myself saying “Jxx, finish what you were doing. Finish what you were doing. One thing at a time.”
It is amazing how much I can get done in a day when I finish one task before going on to the next. Plus it does not hurt to discipline the mind.
“As we go through the day we pause, when agitated or doubtful, and ask for the right thought or action.” (Of course, I still have days where I am pausing so often that to the casual observer, I appear catatonic.)
Ah, a little catatonic nap in the afternoon never hurt anybody. Thank you.
we are note alone after all.
No, indeed, we are many. Thank you.