Transitions are hard, but they're usually something that makes better at the end. Not in all cases of course: having to have your forehead surgically removed or being sodomized by leprous wookies isn't really something that anybody wishes for.
Makes my problems look pretty wimpy in comparison. Cat pee on a hardwood floor doesn't hold a candle to losing a body part or two, and pouring concrete is preferable to losing your house and everything you own in a flood.
Which makes this happy warm glowing feeling inside all the more obscure. It could just be the hot sauce.