Our guest blogger today is Sharon Phennah, author of You Can’t Iron a Wrinkled Birthday Suit.
I loved turning 7. “Mommy” and “Daddy” were building a new house — the biggest thing in their lives after having me, and I was “old hat” now. In 3 years I’d be 10 and have a whole decade of living and knowledge in my pocket. I could hardly wait.
Each weekend we checked the workmen’s progress and I played in dirt piles and sat on the cinder block walls that rose higher as the weeks passed. I stood in the window holes imagining the inside and the trees we’d plant outside.
This year I put my seventh decade of living and knowledge in my pocket and I look forward to reaching decade ten. I am building my second house; smaller, arranged for the older body, low maintenance, and I hope, inexpensive to warm and cool. I still love the window holes.
Instead of a family and children, I have been blessed with excellent health, a life-time career grooming dogs, many friends worldwide, a gift for writing manifested in my novel, “You Can’t Iron A Wrinkled Birthday Suit,” and a vibrant, positive, personality.
Of all the pieces of advice, exhortations, and homilies about the business of living I’ve heard, the important ones appeared in my teens, arching my life into the extra-ordinary.
The one that first comes to mind is, “It’s not what you do, it’s how you do it.” Think on that a while and the world opens. You can do anything ― you have discovered the entrance to creativity.