Well, I took my first step toward something I said I wouldn't do. Something that would irrevocably force me to accept my fate.

I applied for a second job at the Thriftway espresso bar.

Now, there's nothing wrong with work; I do plenty of it at my regular job, which is teaching special education. I just wanted to hold out, to somehow show that this profession I chose and love could sustain me financially.

Clearly, it cannot.

The bike needs a sprocket and chain. There are things I'd like to take care of without having to entertain thoughts of selling my very durable Subaru, that I love dearly.

Bite the bullet, girl.
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Welcome to Generation Y's new game show, "Your Money or Your Dignity!"

It comes with so many joys - learning new skills, becoming an adept budgeter, getting to a Zen place about wanting, having, acquiring and letting go of possessions or experiences...

But it comes with some hassles, too - reduced free time, that little embroidered sweater, orthotics, being nice to people when you just would rather not.

Bonus-round fun includes that little voice in your ear whispering: "Find calm in your humility. Work is good. This decision may make more things possible. Fund your leisure. Peace."

What is the sound of one shot pouring?