As you have just read, this is my first official post. And seeing that I am new to posting, I should introduce myself.
My name is Chad Saville. I am a musician and Photographer that loves to write about his intriguing adventures and exploits in life.
It's two at night, and I'm sitting in the local Dennis's wondering what I'm doing with my life. Why am I wasting away at my computer screen? When I can be doing something more productive like sleeping
I really don't want to type anymore; however, I want to tell you guys a bit about my life and why I'm choosing to blog.
I grew up in the town of Smithers, a city-town located in the northwest BC in the Bulkley Valley. As I grew, I wasn't your typical kid — not the popular cool kid, and defiantly not the smart socially awkward kid.
I was just a bit different — the kid wandering the halls looking for a friend, trying to fit into a puzzle in where he didn't belong.
Seeing how it was difficult to fit in, I spent a considerable amount of time alone. Ultimately leading to things like depression and anxiety — affecting how I grew and viewed myself as a person, how I learned and saw others. My childhood really left a mark on me; becoming a byproduct of that childhood — but don't get me wrong, I'm happy about all struggles I've put up with; it really has grown me to a further mature myself.
Still suffering from my depression in my teen years; I found a way to tap into my emotion by using music as a funnel — that funnel was the piano.
When I got started with playing the piano, it was my peanut butter & jelly to my toasted whole grain Silverhills bread — I couldn't get enough of it — literally, I would play the piano an hour a day nonstop. I loved the piano just that much.
It even got to the point where I would skip my other curricular activities in my school to play the piano — adding a lot of stress on my part to get school work done.
Playing music avidly at my age, led to a vast amount of intellectual aspirations — getting me in touch with my creative, artsy side — therefore driving me to learn many other musical interments — the violin being my first choice, and later on, I was able to expand my repertoire to the accordion and guitar. Honestly, I just wanted to learn much as possible about music — diving into the deep end of the pool and finding how deep I could go.
My old music set up — Legit old, the piano is 113 years old.
So, in such high ambition, I continually practice my music every day — with the goal in point — to share my creative ideas and views with the world, in the hope of inspiring and emotionally impacting people.
I don't know what else to say about my music — only that I love it and hunger to grow my knowledge in my work.
Not only do I love music — as I mentioned. Getting involved in music was the first step in opening a vast number of doors to many other arts — photography and writing are two things —but another was also the art of determination and discipline.
Like honestly, if I never got up my ass to test my endurance and imagination — let's just say, no work and all play makes Chad a dull boy.
Someone was kind enough to hold my lens.
I'm not a custom on writing about myself so much; however, when it originates from connecting and relating with readers, I don't mind it. Blogging for me is a style writing I have to get yet more familiarized.
The motive in pushing me to blog — is the desire for an emotional outlet. Instead of a saying it's a blog, think of it as a personal journal open for anyone to read — prose that ironically inspires and entertains.
All the adventure I will leave in words — I'm genuinely excited in what directions I will explore in my blogging. Spending my time watching videos and learning in what areas I can grow, genuinely makes me ecstatic. And I can't forget to mention, the joy in connecting with my reader — what ideas you will come up with from reading my blog.
My craptop's hard drive is ready to be burnt out, in pursuit of what I love.
Perhaps one day I will be able to live off my writing, enough even to support a family — what a day that would be.
Although, I don't want to get too far from reality; I've got to be down to earth. Whatever happens, happens, and I'm eager to write — doing my best no matter the circumstance; this is a promise I make to myself.
Either way, I'm drained — my brain feels like mush — and I'm finding it hard to write down anything. So, I think I'm going to end it here and start typing something else later — Tootles for now.
I took this in the Freanch town of Chéticamp at Saint Peter's Catholic Church — A peaceful and alluring place to stay