Running out of time?!?!?!

Yet another year has gone by. It's so strange how fast time seems to progress each year. The older I get, the faster it goes. For example, at 5 years old, one minute would seem like an eternity. Now at 24, a minute never seems long enough for anything. I never used to pay attention to time, and now it seems like time is always on my mind. I also worry about time... "Do I have enough time to do...? How long will it take me to do this? Will leaving at __ time make me late, early, or right on time?!?" Yes, I sound like a nutcase. The list could go on, and on forever. I feel so restricted, yet at the same time (there's that word again), I'm comforted by knowing that time is constant, not something that will just stop one day, out of the blue. Maybe one day I'll stop obsessing so much with time in every sense of the word.