This week, I have a doozie by Martin Luther King. Or as I refer to him, The Good Reverend:
"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."
Creatively Maladjusted. By god, that has beauty to it.
The picture to the left is of my brother and me. We were visiting the state of Arizona, where some of the people are so afraid that they are attempting to pass hateful laws to protect themselves from THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
We were hoping to ruffle some feathers with these shirts, but we didn't.
We did, however, end up being incredibly proud of ourselves for doing such a thing together. We bonded over our shared desire to make a statement against that hate.
There is nothing wrong with being maladjusted, creatively or otherwise, in a culture that rewards conformity and obtains it through fear.
It is my wish that we all be a little bit more creatively maladjusted and a little less concerned with how much we are all fitting in.
Fitting in to a fearful, hateful culture is not anything to which I want to subscribe.
But creatively maladjusted? Yeah, I can do that.