Quote of the Day

On Facebook today, someone reminded me of a quote that I have been guilty of repeating. "Success is the journey, not the destination."
We used to tell the kids that after 4 hours in the hot VW van on a July evening when we couldn't find the campground and we were dangerously low on gas.
"Look, Children! There is a gorgeous sunset in Daddy's eyes and yet he hasn't driven us off this mountain road into the abyss below! Isn't this fun?"
I told myself that success is the journey when, at the age of 42, I was carrying our final entry in the Let's See Who Can Have The Most Babies contest. My only competitor was a woman down the street who was packing number 13, but not of the same sire, so I was clearly the front-runner. After being pregnant for over 7 years of my life, I can say I took that journey.
Today, sadly, I must announce that this quotation is bullpucky.
After studying life situations and watching a lot of reality TV, I hereby declare: Success Doesn't Exist. But that's a different poster.
I needed to go to the grocery yesterday, and the journey there is about 2.5888 minutes from my house. I got in the truck, turned on hate radio, and drove the short distance to the store. I felt nothing. There was no sensation of success. The only feeling I had was that I needed to visit a restroom. I left the grocery store parking lot, and headed back home. Again the journey was lacking reward. On reaching my house, I was greeted by our wonderdog, Teddy, who tried to bark, growl, and eat my foot at the same time. Soon he went into one of his "bad heart" spasms and ended up in a coughing fit. I ran down the hall to the bathroom and stopped at the door. At last - the destination!
But wait! Had I felt success on the journey home? Had I sensed victory when Teddy attacked me? Was I now in a state of blissful accomplishment, standing there at the bathroom door with my legs crossed? No! I was miserable! It was then I concluded the quotation is hooey. I challenge all who read this to tell me of a single journey that was as rewarding as finding a potty when you really need one.
I'll take the destination, to heck with the journey. There I was, no groceries, no fulfillment, and no relief.
The most ironic part of this story is that it isn't known who really said this malarkey first. There's a dispute over the authorship. What a waste of time! I'd rather know who first said, "This is bullpucky."