It was from the Miscellaneous Adventures of an Aussie Mum.  And there in the midst of her miscellaneous adventures she throws us a big question: Who is narrating your life?

It’s the question we ask when we realise we’ve lost the plot.  The feeling so many of us get when the story comes to a dead end.  What happens to people when they

…wake up when they’re forty and go, “Wow, how did I end up here?” and realise they’ve had an unfulfilled previous twenty or so years because they’ve never actively narrated their destiny. It was easier to “go with the flow”, when really that flow was a rip taking them out to sea.

And when you stop, and look around you, and see how far you’ve come or how far you’ve drifted, maybe… what’s your answer to the question:

Who’s narrating your life? Who’s telling your story?