chelsea bohannon; equality

Chelsea was the president of my sorority my first semester at college and has an incredibly unique way of capturing an audience and commanding the attention of everyone in the room. She’s taken The Passion Project to a new level tonight by addressing a very important issue, equality. I agree 100% with everything in her post and it is so great to have it broadcasted on the blog. I hope it makes everyone think and really want to make a difference. You can continue to follow Chelsea on her blog


A native of Georgia, many of my beliefs early on in life were shaped from circumstance and demographics, unfortunately. I’ve always been proud to be from Georgia; to be Southern, but as I’ve grown older, I’ve realized many of my views contradict those of my predominantly conservative state. It’s funny that I came to this realization when I moved farther south to Auburn, Ala., and questionably even more right-winged than my neighbor home to the east. Believing in women’s rights, marriage equality and civil rights is sometimes shoved under the rug to collect dust. But as my Nana always taught me—a clean house is a reflection of a woman and family, so ridding of the dust, I must.

While studying at Auburn University, I decided to take a course on women’s studies. At the time, I needed an extra elective and thought the course would be a breeze, even though I was fearful that the professor might make me take off my bra, whirl it in the air and yell that I was a feminist. That part scared me and of course, reflected my ignorance. To my delight, it wasn’t anything like I had expected. Funny most things in life end up that way, huh? So, freshman Chelsea dove headfirst into learning about stereotypes, the Red Queen Syndrome, breaking the glass ceiling and understanding the value I have as a person, as a woman. It was a memorable semester that sparked my interest to continue on the following year in a women and leadership course where I immersed myself deeper in the rights and equality of women. After reading Sheryl Sandberg’s “Lean In,” it was even more clear to me the issues that lit my fire. It also became clear to me that God granted me a mind to seek knowledge and solve problems, a voice to speak of these issues and two feet to hit the ground running to figure it all out.

However, my interest in equality didn’t stop there and is by no means limited to just the rights of women. It saddens me that in some parts of the world unbeknownst to me,  “civil rights” is just synonymous to humanity. What a poor society we live in that we have to discuss the freedoms of God’s people because they are diverse.  Although some people deny this is the case, much of our nation, specifically the South, still sees the world in black and white. A discussion recently with an African-American man about racial slurs he still experiences as a respected, educated and profitable businessman made me furious. Are we that ignorant that we can discriminate against someone based on the color of his or her skin— white against black, and black against white? This is 2014, not the 1960s. Men, women, black, white, purple, blue and yellow— we deserve equality and yet again, the dust is still settling under the rug.

The best, most contradicting and hypocritical part of this all, you should ask? Racism, as I’ve experienced it, is still predominantly catered to in the South, yet this part of the country consists of some of the most God loving and fearing of them all. For years this has baffled me. How is it that the same people who profess to live a life in the name of the Lord also spit evil at those different? It makes me wonder if their beliefs are even that true to begin with. I hope it makes you ask yourself the same question.

In the same regard, prejudices against those seeking marriage equality rocked the boat quite hard recently. As a heterosexual woman believing that my marriage will consist one man and one woman, it makes no difference to me if two people of the same sex are granted marriage. It doesn’t inflict harm upon me and for those basing their arguments on same-sex marriage setting a “bad” example for their children— remembering that it is up to parents to teach their children the “right” ways of the world should eliminate this all together. Two people of the same sex being granted to share a life together and live in happiness just like I am granted doesn’t affect me in the slightest bit. People are afraid of change and unwilling to see past the diversity.

Equality, for me, as you can see is one thing I’m passionate about. From women receiving the same opportunities as their male counterparts; to color of skin not being considered in any aspect of life; to marriage equality for all. As much as I want to believe that we are taking steps forward, I can feel us gravitate backwards because of selfish, ill-informed, hypocritical idiots of the world. My hope is that each of us gains the power and courage to make proclamations of our own— to not settle for beliefs based on our parents, circumstance and what’s popular amongst the majority. I know my generation has the ability to stare prejudice in the face and let it know it is no longer welcome, and if you feel the same, I encourage you to make a stand too.

“Every generation has the obligation to free men’s minds for a look at new worlds; to look out from a higher plateau than the last generation.”
– Ellison S. Onizuka

Chelsea Bohannon
22 years old
Newnan, GA
January 26, 2014 


Kahlil Gibran; On Reason and Passion

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.
But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house.
Surely you would not honour one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows — then let your heart say in silence, “God rests in reason.”
And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky — then let your heart say in awe, “God moves in passion.
And since you are a breath in God’s sphere, and a leaf in God’s forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.

christy key; traveling

It’s been incredible to have Christy’s support throughout The Passion Project and I am excited to finally post her entry to the blog. Her determination to pursue her career is admirable and she’s got a great spirit that you just can’t help but laugh with her. 
I used to think I had multiple passions. I love dancing, writing, reading, art, medicine, a good drink on a Friday night and meeting new people. All of those things bring happiness to my life, but it wasn’t until I began college that I realized my real passion is traveling. I guess that sounds common. Most people like to go new places and get away from their normal routine. However, traveling has never been an escape for me, rather it’s what I always want to be doing. I go to bed each night dreaming of places. New York and Taiwan, New Zealand and Morocco, Boston and Barbados. I remember the fun I had in Amsterdam and try to find my way back there as I doze off. I thank my parents for taking my siblings and I on vacation anywhere they could, even if it wasn’t far away, and giving us new experiences that taught me more about life then I knew at the time. 
Realizing how happy I am living out of a suitcase in a different city actually helped me pick my major, which is journalism. In the end I knew I would never thrive in a career that didn’t keep me moving and interested. One of my dear friends said to me, prior to knowing I was choosing journalism, that I was her friend that she knew would be late to her rehearsal dinner because I would be on a plane back from Barcelona. I loved it. That’s exactly the person I want to be, spinning a globe and seeing the contours of the country where my finger landed. I can’t imagine a life that would be more exciting. 
Traveling is my passion, the one thing I always crave to do, and I hope as I explore each corner of the universe I meet some of you pursuing your very own passion. 
Christy Key
Eustis, Florida
January 22, 2014

tommy hibbs; listening

Tommy has a such a caring heart and it is so evident in his post. His kindness and positivity radiate and help touch everyone he meets. I really enjoyed reading this and I think it has a very important lesson in it that everyone can take something away from.  


I have a lot of passions. Jesus, Coca-Cola, Harry Potter, Tennis, Roger Federer, Nike, Outback Steakhouse, the color orange, the list goes on and on. One thing I am really passionate about though is being there for others by listening. Sounds random and peculiar but those two words define my life and it’s what I enjoy doing . Everybody has a story, a past, something that makes them who they are today. You can learn something from everyone you meet; everybody is different, no two people are programmed identically. The thing about listening though is not many people want to do it. So often we find ourselves talking about our own lives, experiences, and journeys. It’s in our own selfish nature to build ourselves up and crave attention from friends and family; but, it takes patience and a genuine love for people to listen to what others have to say about their own lives. Before Jesus Christ saved me and became The Lord over my life I felt I had no one to talk to, no one to pour out to and tell how I was really feeling on the inside. I bottled up my sadness and acted like nothing phased me. Depressed and on the verge of suicide is when Jesus intervened with His saving grace. In reality Jesus was listening to me the whole time. Jesus was a tremendous teacher but I believe He listened just as well as He taught. No one should ever feel like they have no one to go to and open up to. I try to be the best Jesus I can be to those who don’t know Him and even to those who do know Him; everyone needs a sounding board. My goal as a friend is to have that ear to listen or that shoulder to cry on. I want people to feel comfortable enough with me to open up to with their struggles, their joys, their likes/dislikes or anything else that is on their mind. Bottling up thoughts, feelings, and expressions is harmful and dangerous. Just because you’re willing to listen however, doesn’t mean one will be willing to talk. But just knowing that a friend or family member is simply there to listen to you is a beautiful comfort. There are people in my life and probably yours who just need someone to talk to and be listened to. I am not the best listener nor the most patient friend (im working on it!) but by humbling myself and stepping back and just listening to what someone has to and wants to say allows me to show love in a unique way. No judging, no scolding, no distraction: pure listening. That simple head nod or piece of encouraging advice you may give to someone you’re listening to can make their day or even change their life. Listen more, speak less. Love by listening? Has a nice ring to it. 

“My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry..” James 1:19

Tommy Hibbs
Odenton, Maryland
January 17, 2013