I don't consider work a grind. Never have. I enjoy it. I'm intrigued each day at at what I might find. I've been at it awhile, and I'm not jaded. I've seen others, younger than I, fall by the wayside, angry and crestfallen. The job's not easy. No one has ever said that. Not me. Not yet. You say, I might have found the fountain of youth. I'm not that lucky. Not yet. It's a cliche, but I take each 24 hours as it comes. Perfection in all I touch? I haven't found that 'island' yet either. I'm not searching for it either. I must say finding 'little gems' in my day helps. Every day is different. Stumbling upon these 'little sparkles of light' often shows up when I least expect them. I think we all do, and not always at work either. I've driven by the Grind for many years but never stopped. I've always seen it as a difficult spot to park. The other day, while waiting for a car repair I had 30 minutes to kill. I got dropped off here. Lots of coffee choices. I settled on a coconut-flavored number (love anything coconut) and sat back on an over-stuffed couch among magazines and some local weeklies, and time flew. It was a warm spot on a chilly March afternoon. No grind involved, other than its name.