My life should be simple-- no significant other, no kids, I’m healthy, my car is reliable and paid for.
But it feels complicated, because my work schedule is capricious and rarely posted far enough in advance for me to be happy (much less make plans. I mean, yes, when I really want off, I can ask for time off and it will usually be given, but the not knowing Friday afternoon if I’m schedule to work Sunday is getting really old).
Single, no kids, mostly a homebody, currently working. My life is fairly simple though it will get a little more complicated in the next few years as I approach retirement and try to figure out where I want to live afterwards.
Most of my life is simple: good marriage, steady employment with a fixed schedule, enough money to enjoy life and save some, parents still in good health, good friends. I have a mentally ill adult child that complicates things something fierce, though.
The basic structure is quite simple: Income is steady and spoken for, kids are finite in number and growing up, I even can count on having at least two functioning cars on any given day. And yet, I feel I’d like things to be a lot simpler so I would feel more compelled to enjoy life than to escape it. That said–I ain’t complaining to OP woman, that sounds miserable.
kayaker, you strike me as more of a mushroom. Simple at a glance, but remarkably complex upon examination. Still–cool, dry, dark place material though.
My life is very simple, and I love it. I have no debt. (The house and car are both paid off.) I have a decent job that pays pretty good, and the cost of living here is low. I have no kids, and my cat is generally very well-behaved.
A few months ago I enrolled in online classes at a local community college. (For fun; I have no intention of changing careers at this point.) So I’ve deliberately complicated my life a little, but it’s a complication I control.