Please add a narrator to my life

A while back I blogged about Goldilocks and the Three Bears. If you missed it, here is the nuts of it. There were three sides to this story. The narrator, who was able to tell the story with very little emotion and lots of facts. The Three Bears, who were distraught that this little girl walked in their home, uninvited, ate their food, broke a chair and then had the nerve to fall asleep. Then of course, Goldilocks who was lost and alone in the woods and found this beautiful home, a refuge from the elements. The Three bears and Goldilocks are never going to agree on the true happening of the story. Both stories are true, as they are true to the individuals who’s emotions and experiences created the story. I had to remind myself this week, as I found myself lost in my own story. Life can be so complicated. There are days that I wish the narrator could jump in and let me know exactly what the facts were. Had the narrator taken the Three Bears aside and told them how this girl found herself in their home, this fairy tale’s ending might have changed. Maybe... the three bears made Goldilocks a fresh bowl of porridge while she cleaned up her mess... just a thought.