I'm in Canada and October 9th is our Thanksgiving. It's also the last day we spend at our summer home with our summer friends. To me, it's like a January 1st. A time to start new with a new routine. I know I should start now, but I want it to be a day that I pick. I'm hoping that 5 or 10 years from now when I get the guts to tell my husband that I didn't quit when he thought I did, that the couple months won't make a huge difference. If I tell him now, it will.