
For as long as I can remember my dad has called me
outracheous. As in, outrageous. “My outracheous Rachey,” that’s what he’d call
me. I’d hear it and I’d smile, hoping that I lived up to that name. That I was
unique, that I mattered, that I had something to offer the world. All while
being a little bit silly.
This blog is an attempt to make that true.


I am in my mid-20s. Here is my favorite baby picture. How
cute was I?!

I am getting a Master’s degree in Marriage and Family
Therapy
I live in Texas (notice the boots – I’m on the left. On the
right is my sister)

I am the youngest in my family
I live with a chronic illness
I love reading more than almost anything else

I am LDS and a returned missionary
I really enjoy making faces – cute faces


My favorite TV show is Supernatural. Also, Once Upon a Time, Castle, Vampire Diaries... I watch too much TV...
I love wearing skirts, especially the maxi variety
I was in band in high school, played the trumpet and french
horn.

I am the definition of an introvert – not shy, just more
focused on my inner-world

The purpose of this blog is for me to write. About anything.
A desire to write has recently risen in me; to write my experiences, my
feelings and thoughts, fiction, novels, short stories, my personal history, the
human condition – anything.
Except, being in school for therapy means that I only ever
took one literature class and the only writing class I took was specific to
writing in the social sciences. And though I absolutely love doing therapy and
plan on doing it for a long while, I want more.
I want to read for fun, more than I do now. I want to write
and actually have people read my words. Someday, yes, I want to have a novel
published. But because I did nothing in school to help me know how to write, I
have to figure it out on my own.
Therefore, a big purpose of this blog will be to chronicle
that journey. My literary journey – the one
that excites me more than any other journey I’ve been on.
The thing I love most about reading, and by extension,
writing? C. S. Lewis said it best:

That is my favorite thing about reading – whether it’s a novel, non-fiction, scriptures, sermons, talks, motivations speeches, a Facebook post, a pin on Pinterest, or (wouldn’t you know it?) a blog. We read to feel something new and to see our own feelings and experiences put to words by another.
That is what I hope this blog can be –
a way to be uniquely, outRACHeously me,
while at the same time
reaching out to countless others,
in their own uniqueness,
helping them all feel
for just for a moment,
a little less
alone.
You should also know that Ballard isn’t really my last
name. Rachel is my first name, don’t worry. And Ballard is a family name with
ancestor’s whose lives I greatly admire. But being a therapist, it is important
for me to be able to write freely without worrying about clients google-ing my
name and finding out more about me than is beneficial for their therapy. Those
of you who know my “true identity,” (that makes me feel like a superhero saying
that – I regret to inform you that I am not), please don’t put my last name in any
comments. If it shows up anywhere, I
will have to delete it. I appreciate everyone’s understanding with this.
Thanks!
Marching band ftw! I was also a band geek. I played flute :)
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