My life has been a series of synchronicities, aka “coincidences.”  I call them “God’s choreography.”  In the late 1950’s, my parents met on a train to Detroit, and a couple of years later, my dad decided to see whatever happened to “that Mathias girl.”  Thank goodness for me, he tracked her down!  Fast forward to 1994, when I was a 31-year old career woman in Washington, DC, at a swing dance with about 300 other folks, and I met this guy with a thick Southern accent.  Never got his name that time or a month later when I ran into him on the same dance floor.  But, about six months after that, at an event in another part of the DC suburbs, I saw him again, and we exchanged names and numbers.  That’s how I met my husband.  What’s the chance of that ever happening? 

I figured that getting pregnant and having a baby would be easy…maybe I would have to read a few books to prepare, but I was good at getting “A’s” in school and tended to excel when I set a goal.  Surely, this would be a piece of cake.  That was at age 38.  By the time I was 41, I had had two miscarriages, one IVF, four IUIs, an emergency D&C, and received a prognosis from my fertility specialist that I had less than 5% chance that my husband and I would ever have a child without an egg donor or through adoption.  I was out of hope and felt like I had absolutely no control over my life…a proverbial crossroads. 

That was when I asked myself one question:  What do I want?   I was in an extremely negative work environment but bringing in a nice, six-figure salary.  And, then I let loose with the Big Kahuna question:   Was I willing to give myself permission to follow my heart?  

I knew that there were no magic bullets, no magic formulas, but something (or Someone) inside of me kept nudging me that I wouldn’t know unless I tried.  I had to make radical changes in my life…live my life for me…follow my heart…and take that leap of faith without knowing if there was a net below ready to catch me. That, as they say, is what made all of the difference.  No drugs, no shots, no treatments.  A little over a year after quitting my job, we welcomed our daughter into the world…when I was 43 years old.  So, as you may have figured out, I am a big believer in POSSIBILITIES, not probabilities. 

Which brings me to a couple of questions for you: 

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