I should change my name to Jack

I find it interesting that God has bless me with a whole bunch of mediocre gifts.

I often wonder if it is better to be a jack of all trades or the master of one. I think you get rich and famous from being the master of one... But I've never wanted to be rich or famous so I guess the way I am is perfect.

I just left a dance concert with a couple pieces that really inspired me to make a dance. Immediately. I've made some good stuff, but my absolute best stuff has always been something I collaborated on. What a better way to stay humble then knowing that you can only be great when you surround yourself with greatness.

And that is why you are my friend. Because I know you will make me a better person. You will help me make great things. And hopefully I will be able to do the same for you.

Now while I'm still inspired I'm gonna go write a movie or make up a dance or edit a video or do a math puzzle (cuz I'm kinda good at math too).

My unpredictable life.

Three things I never dreamt I would think when I was just a kid on a farm.

1. "Green flashes in the sky either mean the Lord is returning or it's the end of Fantasmic."

2.  "I may need to go home a different way because of fireworks traffic by my house."

3.  "I fly through fireworks... for a living."

A Full, Amazing Life

One of my favorite things in the world is when I have middle of the night rehearsals at Disneyland.  There's nothing like it.


There is hustle and bustle all around you.  The horticulture guys are replanting plants, the custodial staff is hosing down the streets, there are jackhammers fixing the streets, but every now and then there are these moments of magic.


Last night at 1:30am, I was walking toward Small World by the Matterhorn.  It was still and silent and the newly cleaned ground sparkled with the reflection of Small World.  I just stopped and took it in.   A beautiful silent moment at Disneyland.  Who gets to do this?  Me.


It wasn't long before merchandise carts were zooming by me and painters were honking as they drove over the cleaning hoses, but for just a few moments it was just me and Disneyland.  So perfect.


I think it would be really easy to pass by these moments without noticing, but I refuse.  I will take in these moments and realize what an amazing life I have.  Whether I'm dealing with heartache or car accidents or the loss of a friend, there are still amazing moments in the middle and I will appreciate it and I will live life to the fullest.


"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10

The best I could do with my iPhone :)

Do you know how fast you were going?

Yes, i did get pulled over for speeding on my rollerblades.

Apparently, the speed limit is 8 miles an hour on rollerblades and yes, the cops used A RADAR GUN to track my speed.  I wasn't even trying to go fast, I was just cruising along.  I mean seriously, how bored are the police in Newport?

I didn't get a ticket but I did get a stern finger wiggle and warning.  I mean, I didn't even have an ID on me.  I could have just said my name is Slafen Bockenflander...

Anyway, a lot of people witnessed this event and enjoyed yelling funny things like "SLOW DOWN YOU SPEED DEMON"  and jokingly wiggling their fingers at me as I passed them later on.  As I passed one guy he yelled "COPS ARE BASTARDS!"  I don't agree with him, but I appreciate his support :)

Only in the life of Liz Hetzel.

Look At The Spaces

I hate bus stops.

Today while I was riding my bike to work, I realized how much I hate bus stops.  You see, there is always a bench that sits away from the street and then there is always a bus stop sign that sits very close to the street, so inevitably I have to zig zag to get around this obstacle that is on almost every block.

Last year, while passing a bus stop a woman stood up and I had to zag instead of zig, ended up kissing the bus stop pole pretty hard, and flipped.  I was hurt and my bike was pretty unhappy.

So now bus stops are what I dread the most.

Well, on the way to work today I was coming up to a bus stop and I just decided I was going to focus on the space I had between the obstacles instead of the obstacles themselves and it was the easiest bus stop I ever biked through.

And then it hit me, when you concentrate on the obstacles it gonna seem hard, when you concentrate on the open spaces, it's a breeze.

It's time to start concentrating on the open spaces of life.

We all have a heart.

I know that you hear a lot of positive things from me, but to be honest, life isn't always perfect.

Probably one of the worst things about me is I have a false confidence.  I don't mean to do it, it just somehow happens.  People think that I'm strong, that my feelings never get hurt, and that I'm never sad.  It's just not true.

This week alone I have had four people cancel on me.

It hurts.

This isn't to make you feel sorry for me.  I'm not writing this to have everyone now turn around and compliment me.  In fact, please don't, instead take a second to remember that every person has a heart.

Whether they are pretty or ugly - confident or insecure - happy or sad - your best friend or a stranger, everyone hurts, everyone has a heart and we need to start caring about each other more.

I challenge you to encourage someone today.  Just go up and tell someone something great about them because you know what?  Every person on the earth has something great inside them and they deserve to hear it.

Adventures on the streets of Anaheim.

I've started riding my bike to and from work.  It's awesome.

I rode about 6 miles two days ago (Angel Stadium), 22 miles yesterday (the Apple Store), and I rode 8 miles today(Disney and Angels).

At the end of the Angels game I decided to just have a nice easy slow paced ride home.  I had worked really hard for the last few days and I deserved a break.

Well, as I was pulling out of the Angel Parking lot, a kid passed me on his bike.  No way was I letting that kid beat me.  So, I caught up to him.  We got to the stop light, stopped and looked at each other, the light turned green and the race was on.  I figured we would race a block or two and then we would go our separate ways.

Little did I know that he lived only about 2 blocks from my house.  It was most fun I have ever had biking home.  Jumping curbs and trying to figure out ways to get around each other.  Off roading on Katella where there was no sidewalk.  Laughing when we would come to a screeching halt at stop lights.  Avoiding tourists around Disneyland.  It was fantastic.

My favorite part was when I decided to be sneeky and cross the street to get around him without knowing and because of it, I hit a stop light.  When he saw that I hit the stop light he took it a little easier, but I still had to work my butt off to catch up.  He was on the sidewalk, so I rode down in the street to catch up, the look on his face when I passed him was classic.

Never under estimate me, I will surprise you.