Being broke really makes you miss money, even if it was just that forgotten ten dollar bill found in the pocket of your dirty jeans. And it brings up the age old question: Do what you love? Or get paid a nice salary to do something else? In the past, I’ve floated from boat to boat, but now I’ve planted my anchor firmly down in the sea of love.

But I how long can a wade through these shark infested waters, teeming with bills, rent payments, and grocery lists?

How about a life raft? Or perhaps just a well-made inner tube.

Good thing I can swim.