life is art

second fiddle.  oh, the words hit me deep. 

we are programmed from a very young age to succeed in ways that may or may not come natural to us.  we are asked to put aside our tendencies that appear weak.  honesty, integrity, truth, honor.  we put ourselves in an elite grouping.  and put everyone else in the other category.  we look for wealth, power, achievement, success, WINNING, at all costs.  even our soul.  

i want to believe i have a servant's heart.  i am a servant.  both literally and figuratively.  i sit at my desk every day and more often than not i am confused and conflicted. as i move towards a greater comfort level in my heart, i ask for an answer to this question:  what is the reason i come here day after day, unappreciated and often times disrespected?  

i say i am a servant, but i sit at their table and watch the crisis ensue.  it is a crisis that borders on neglect, but she wants for nothing.  it is the crisis of lost opportunities when the world is her oyster.  it is the missed birthday, the forgotten phone call, the words misspoken.  she is no less needy than others.  she requires love and care and honesty, integrity, truth and honor like everyone else.  i have given my heart to her, the one with the most and least abundance.  and, giving that to her should not feel "less than" sitting at the top  of her father's kingdom.

second fiddle.  {servant's heart.  obedient.  honorable.}  it's not exactly "leaning in."  it's not what feminist mothers hoped would become of us.  we are not rising to the top of the corporate ladder in the ways they envisioned.  but we are lifting up the needy with our honesty.  we are using our integrity to bolster the weak of heart.  we are using Truth to set the pace.  and we are succeeding when they are honored for their accomplishments.  the second fiddle may not be selected for the solo, but it is every bit as necessary to the success of the orchestra.