Get A Life

I bristle when I hear “Get a Life”

am I to believe that because I don’t have children grandchildren a husband or lover because I don’t frequent bars, drinking myself stupid because I’m not on dating apps because I shun the idea of ‘putting myself out there’

that I somehow don’t have a life?

I’ve had lovers, many mostly good, one marvelous, several dreadful I have had two husbands, addicts/alcoholics both I am both a widow and a divorcee

I have had several careers, moving on when I reached the limit either in prospect for advancement or possibility for fulfillment

I have had many friends, some just as bad as the dreadful lovers but a few have been quite good and are a constant source of comfort and joy

I sing, I write, I knit, I sew, I create jewelry, I photograph, I walk, I practice yoga, I meditate, I do God’s work, whatever that may be

What other Life am I supposed to have?

I got a life, baby, and it’s a good one!

I do wonder, though, about those who think otherwise. What kind of life are they missing while they are busy judging me?