Posted in Happiness, Musings

Hitler Wanted to be an Artist
Mother Mary with the Holy Child Jesus Christ 1913

Here is something crazy I learned recently. Hitler wanted to be a painter and was rejected from art school. He painted a lot of paintings too. You can find out more at and

I actually like the details and the subjects of his paintings. It’s unfortunate that his creativity was muted and his life took the direction it took. The article ponders the obvious, how different the world would have been if he had gotten into art school. One can only imagine the heartbreak in Hitler’s backstory that occurred starting with this event to his rise as a dictator.


It makes me think about what is the need to critique people’s art – and even their actions. Yes surely, without some direction we can’t improve, but someone took the time to create a piece of work, why is it necessary for someone to judge what is good or not good about it? Some works might speak to one person more than another, but it holds meaning for the creator.

I remember writing a short poem in college and receiving feedback from the professor (who was a great teacher by the way) something along the lines of the poem being vague and not making sense. However, I remember reading that same poem years later and it made sense to me and I remembered what I was talking about. Perhaps I’m wrong and if that were a poem for the public it would have to be more understandable, but to me, that poem expressed what I wanted it to and I was always content with that. It’s the same with a short story, there aren’t very many I completed, but once I was satisfied with a story, I didn’t really care what feedback I received. (Since I’m usually very critical of my dedication to my writing, I’m taking a moment here to be pleased with myself.)

Our present time is full of criticism. Even the news can’t just report the facts without offering an opinion, and opinion is just that one person’s thought or a particular group’s thought. It would be nice if instead of being so ready to criticize, people could relax and focus on something better.

Hitler is an extreme case, but perhaps violence we currently experience starts out as a seed of criticism and grows like a weed, and eventually takes over. Our own criticism of ourselves, that no one may ever even hear, can keep us from doing things that make our souls happy. Our criticism of others could cause them to misdirect their own frustration at innocent people who couldn’t even begin to know what is bubbling below the surface.

I don’t exactly know how to do this, I could very easily have a critical thought or make a remark moments after completing this post, but the fact that Hitler wanted to be an artist and devastated by criticism is hard to forget.

The Courtyard of the Old Residency in Munich
The Courtyard of the Old Residency in Munich
Posted in 100HappyDays

Try New Things #100HappyDays

Don’t you hate it when something you like is discontinued?

The delicious Edamame Hummus Wrap that I liked at Starbucks vanished a few months ago. Since then  I’ve been turning my nose up at its sister the Thai-Style Peanut Chicken that dared to take its place in the display case. I’ve been reluctant because I’ve tried the Southwest-Style Steak wrap and wasn’t a fan. I love steak and don’t care for Thai food so the odds were not in the Peanut Chicken Wrap’s favor. Yet today I decided to give it a try, at least then I’d know if I liked it or not and could move on.

You know what? It wasn’t so bad. I’d probably get it again.



Posted in 100HappyDays

Magic Lessons #100happydays

As of 9/23 there are only 100 days left in the year. I began the first 100 days of 2015 and ended it doing this and will be doing it again. Here is today’s happy thing.

I enjoy Liz Gilbert’s podcast Magic Lessons.

She talks to writers, poets, and other creative people who are struggling with something that is keeping them from accomplishing their goals and gives them assignments to help them get unstuck. Then she talks one of her successfully creative friends who gives another perspective. A  few weeks later she checks back with the person to hear how they’re doing. It’s always interesting and inspirational.

Magic Lessons