Do you have everything that you want?
Yep, I do. I have a loving husband and a baby girl. To make things nicer, I have a Ph.D. and a comfy house and a reliable car. We all have our health. I’ve hit the major life stuff I wanted.
It’s a comfortable feeling.
I have everything I truly want, yes. There are, however, a number of things that would be nice to have that I haven’t got.
Not yet…
Nope. But I’m getting there. I’m actually teetering back and forth between optimism and cynicism for the new year. I’ve done the “maybe things will be better next year” and “it’s a brand new year - maybe this will be my year” for so long that cynicism is winning out.
There’s still time, though, and I’m a sucker for feeling good, so I may go with optimism again. If only because it will put me in a good mood for tonight and tomorrow. 
I have most things I want…except two big ones…a mortgage, and a job I like.
I vote for ‘much.’ I have nearly everything I really want, my family, a steady job, a place to live. But the last few years have been pretty rough financially speaking, so I also want to get out of debt, do house repairs, and have retirement and college savings. And as long as I’m making wishes, I want a trip around the world!
I have more than any single woman could ever want, except someone to share it with.
I’ll tell you in a month or so (once I see where my burgeoning romance ends up going). Even before I met her I was pretty durned happy with my life anyway.
You’re welcome to mine, so long as you don’t mind if I keep living in the house it pays for.
I’d really like to have my hair back.
Not even close when it comes to things.
I have about half of what I want. As I posted in MPSIMS, there are some guns I’d like to add to my collection. I want an airplane and a helicopter. I want to make a film. I’d like to pay off my mortgage. But I have pretty much everything else I’d care to have.
I’d love to have a second grandchild, but am so enraptured with the first one that it really doesn’t matter.
The only remaining things I want are things I’m not likely to ever have anyway: A new spine to replace my arthritic one, a magic potion that will remove 70 pounds of excess fat effortlessly, and a free trip into outer space (or at least low earth orbit).
I’m not much into “things” anyway, and am happy every day for my family, relatively good health, a mortgage-free home and the comforts thereof.
I’m in the same boat.
Wants are infinite. Needs are much more manageable.
I have far short of what I expected, but well more than most. Subjectively that feels like well-less-than-half-full, but objectively I admit it’s just shy of overflowing.
Overall it’s a complex, ambiguous, and ambivalent situation.
I have…enough. I have enough books so that I need never be concerned for running out. Ditto music. Art. Computer games. Etc. You could lock me down in “house arrest” for the rest of my life, and I’d be okay. (I’d sure miss the internet, though!)
I don’t need to see any more movies. I’ve eaten enough really good food that “prison food” would be okay for the rest of my days.
I’ve got so much stuff hanging around, I’m in the process of getting rid of it. I have too much stuff, in a very real sense!
Yes, I do like to get more stuff, more books, more music, more art. But…if someone told me I had to stop, I could, and it wouldn’t break my heart. Life has been good…
Let’s put it this way…I have everything I NEED: but nowhere what I WANT.
Just don’t break your glasses.
I have almost everything that I want or need - the only thing that I can’t seem to figure out is a career. I’m starting to think that some of us just don’t ever figure it out - at 45, over half of my working career is (theoretically) over, and I’m still clueless.