Sarah Hesp

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A Letter to Women Around the World — March 9, 2018

A Letter to Women Around the World

As you may or may not know, March 8th marks International Women’s Day for 2018, a day of celebrating women around the world.

“Behind every successful woman is a tribe of other successful women, who have her back.” – Unknown

Today I have seen many variations of this quote, one that resonates with me a lot because without the women in my life, I would not be who I am today.

So this is a thank you letter.

Thank you to the women that fought for our right to vote.

Thank you to the women that are defying stereotypes, both cultural and gender norms.

Thank you to the women who are making and have made major strides in politics, law, science, math and business.

Thank you to the women who are speaking out and speaking up.

Personally, thank you to my sister, who has been my best friend since the day she was born.

Finally, thank you to my mom, for being my first and biggest role model. The long talks at our kitchen table that taught me more than I could ever learn in a classroom.

To all the women and girls out there; thank you so much. Without all of you, who would run the world?

One Minute for a Thousand Hours — February 20, 2018

One Minute for a Thousand Hours

It has been a while. I have not posted since last year, although it has been less than 2 months since the clock chimed 12 and 2018 began. I wanted to post something special for the New Year as I was hoping that 2018 would be special, exceeding my expectations and being a good year overall. However nothing I tried to write, or film felt right.

Inspiration often strikes me at the most inconvenient times, such as 12AM on school nights before I have to fall asleep. Similarly, last week, I started to write again and messily scribbled down some poems. I decided I liked one enough to share on here, and feel that new poetry is be the best blog post to start off the new year with (ignoring the fact that I am about a month and a half late).

One Minute for a Thousand Hours



No Action.

A delayed reaction

to the slip of paper,

gleaning white.

About to be opened,

flashing to what might


You are up on stage

in front of a face-filled sea,

but all that matters is that paper

and what could be.

Once it is opened,

it is all over.

That fleeting moment on stage

is all you have to show for.

If you enjoyed this poem, check out my Instagram (linked here) as more writing will be popping up there soon. Until next time…

Living Alone — December 30, 2017

Living Alone

I have come to the conclusion that I would actually really like living alone after university.

Being extroverted I have always loved surrounding myself with people and talking with others and that has not changed, nor do I think it ever will.

However I have thought about the idea of having an entire home to myself doing whatever I please.

Just imagine it: No one would be around to disturb you, meaning that you would not be disturbing anyone by having sing-alongs to 80s Smash Hits or hour-long thinking out loud sessions. You would have all this space to think and grow.

All the rooms are yours, to fill with whatever you please. No having to share with a sibling or compromise with anyone else. You could even have a room filled with mirrors or movie posters for fun and it would be up to you.

Having to do everything for yourself may be what some consider a nuisance, coming from a family that helped you out whenever needed. However you come to realize that you can function just fine.

You can actually even do more with your newfound creativity and independence, living by yourself.

Studying — December 17, 2017


I have been pretty busy lately due to projects and assignments from class as 2017 is coming close to an end. The break is sorely needed at this point in the school year and thankfully only one week away!

Last weekend I decided to film while I was attempting to study and work on assignments which resulted in the video below.

Favourite Colours — December 10, 2017

Favourite Colours

When people ask me what my favourite colour is, I never know what to answer with. I cannot possibly just pick one colour.

I do not just like colours because they are pretty, but because of what they symbolize and remind me of. That makes each of them special to me.

If I am made to choose, I tend to go with blue. Not a standard blue but cerulean or navy, something rich and dark or darker. Blue reminds of the ocean, of the salty breeze in the air and the lapping of the waves on the sand. It also reminds me of my mom as it is one of her favourite colours which she incorporates into her art. The colour blue is special to me because it is special to her as well.

Grey is a dull colour according to many, (including my mom) but it reminds me of clouds, and days inside. I love rainy days and the bursts of creativity they bring with them, which the colour grey reminds me of.

White is a very modern colour that goes with just about anything. Everything in my room is the colour white, which gives it somewhat of an empty look if you were to take everything out of it. However the colour allows me to fill up the room with my own colourful creativity which stands on the milky coloured walls.

The colour red is a one that I actually do not know how I feel about, but am including nonetheless. Red to me is such a passionate colour, and a colour I used to hate with a passion. Recently it has been creeping into my life in little ways and I have grown to like it, as I have become passionate about a few things myself.

A Day Downtown — December 5, 2017
What is Poetry? — November 19, 2017

What is Poetry?

Here is my answer.

Poetry is magical.

Just a few choice words are able to paint murals in the minds of millions, taking readers on emotion-filled adventures. Poems can take ugly truths, big ideas and even mundane daily activities, turning them into something of beauty. Writers are able use words and literary devices to illustrate their ideas, requiring reading between the lines and thinking outside the box to decipher the author’s intent and message. It is able to give humans a sense of fulfillment in whatever lacking, and answers to some of life’s many mysteries.

However, more often than not, poems leave you with even more questions than when you first started reading. More mysteries than when you first opened that dust covered book on a Saturday afternoon, the papers rustling with whispers of merriment.

Switching Things Up — October 29, 2017

Switching Things Up

Today I uploaded a new video on my YouTube channel, “Switching Stuff Up”. It is a little video of me changing a few things in my room that I thought you guys may enjoy, but that is not all this post is about.


Lately I have been bursting with ideas to share with family, friends and the world so I am going to be making some changes. I want to try and upload videos more frequently, and post on my blog weekly.


This change will hopefully benefit me by giving myself a consistent outlet for what I love doing and everyone who takes time out of their day to read or simply appreciate what I create.

PSA: Don’t Hide Your Mistakes — October 22, 2017

PSA: Don’t Hide Your Mistakes

I remember when an eraser was my best friend. With a few strokes, that unplanned line was long gone, or a misspelled word had vanished from my page.


I loved writing in pencil because nothing was “set in stone”. You had unlimited do overs, infinite lives.


Now, note the past tense, loved. Because while I used to bask in the idea of erasing it all away, I learned that (figuratively and literally), mistakes can be good.


I now write in pen, for most of what I do. I love seeing where I started with something, versus where I end up.


Mistakes and ideas can be built upon and turned into something beautiful, even better. Not everything has to be picture perfect, so don’t hide your mistakes.

Appreciation Post for Fall — October 9, 2017

Appreciation Post for Fall

Why do I love fall?


I love fall because of the sound the leaves make as I walk down my street, crunching under my worn-in black vans.


I love fall because of the cool crisp breeze that is pushing at my back as a step onto the bus, heading downtown. The breeze that allows me to retire all my shorts and t-shirts, breaking out beloved sweaters from the depths of my closet.


I love fall because as I sit down in my seat, it is “socially acceptable” to whip out my headphones from my backpack, and play jams such as “September” and “Sweater Weather” on repeat, without getting sick of the season-related tunes.


I love fall because as I walk into the coffee shop I am embraced by the sweet smells of pumpkin, cinnamon as well as other spices. Soft chatter of university students back in town surrounds me, greeting friends while clutching coffees with bright smiles on their faces.


A similar smile lights up on my own face, when I see my friends waiting for me in the corner of the store, ready to study for our first test of the year.


The corner where the light shines the brightest, lit up by the Halloween-inspired fairy lights hanging on the wall.