I am terrified.

My thoughts about life are keeping me awake. My 41st birthday was July 21st, and I’m freaking out. Where has all the time gone? What am I doing with my life? Do I still have time to change it without rushing? Will I wake up tomorrow 80 years old with nothing accomplished? I’m totally flipping out in a very bad way, and trying to keep myself together without having a complete meltdown.