Your every need is supplied. All that's required of you is to dream and stretch. Then one day things seem to get upside down. You sense a change, something pushing, then squeezing you out of your comfortable little world into bright lights and cold air and terrifying noises. Things won't be the same for you.
Transitions are almost always hard.
A For Sale sign goes up in the front yard of your favorite neighbor. Someone spreads tar and gravel on your street. The phone rings in the middle of the night. An X-ray reveals a suspicious spot. Now that I'm in my 50th year, I seem to pay more attention to transitions, and try to be open to their magic.