Ernest Hemingway thought about such things too. Having come out of a protracted period of sadness and depression, Hemingway went away to the seashore where he ordered a plate of oysters at a cafe. After slipping one down, he tasted the sea. Suddenly, life had possibilities. A few more oysters and he wrote, "I began to make plans again".
I too, am making plans this September...to leave a job that has long become too small for me, to find time to do more creative writing for publications that really like me and appreciate my "voice", and to spend my precious hours only with special people who are honest and caring. These are my oysters...and my September song.