February 18, 2011
Discover lost treasures when you clean out your closets.
Yesterday was a great day and here’s why.
In 1996, I created thirty-four imagery exercises for resolving stressful relationships, learning to forgive oneself and others, dealing with life-challenging illness, developing self-confidence, etc.
I recorded them in a professional studio and the engineer gave me DATs to keep. In case you don’t know, DAT stands for Digital Audio Tape. That was what we needed back in the dark ages when we used tape players.
I used the DATs to record those little tapes you could stick into your car consoles and other ancient devices.
Boxes of Unsold Tapes
Unfortunately, I made far more of them than I sold. So hundreds of tapes sat around the house in various closets and shelves and now have been replaced by CDs, DVDs, iPods, iPads, and the latest gadget whose name I don’t know.
What bothers me about all my excess tapes is that they are really good. The people who have listened to them say they made a difference in their lives. This is not surprising because imagery exercises have the ability to affect us on a deep level.
Recently, however, I discovered that machines can turn tapes into digital signals for CDs, DVDs, iPods, iPads, and the latest gadget whose name I don’t know. This got me thinking about resurrecting the old imagery exercises in a new format to recoup my costs for recording and production of those unsold tapes. Even better, this time I could include royalty-free background music, which I didn’t know how to do fifteen years ago.
The more I thought about the potential to revitalize my imagery exercises, the more enticing it became. However, I really needed the DATs to make a good copy — but I had no idea where they were hiding.
Where Did I Put Those DATs?
I thought they were in a small box that may have been put into another box. Unfortunately, other projects always seemed to take priority over finding them, so looking was pushed to the end of the day. That means it never got done.
Fortunately, however, there is a happy ending to this story. It is related to what I wrote in the last post about my fear that my computer would crash in the middle of typing. Knowing I wouldn’t have the computer for a day or so, I decided I could use the unplanned extra time to clean out my office closet.
It was something I was going to have to do eventually since I am taking an online class on organization (I’ll tell you about that when I’ve accomplished a bit more). In any case, in the closet were boxes of articles and notes that have been waiting for me to use for probably twenty years. My first act was to go through them and throw out the ones that I know I won’t be using. After twelve shopping bags I’m still not through, but it feels great.
Of course, as I was cleaning the closet, I kept looking for the DATs. No luck. By now, however, I was determined to find them and looked in other closets and shelves in other rooms. No luck.
Next I went to the basement. It’s not as big as basements back east with family rooms and enough space to play ping-pong, but we’re still able to stuff an awfully lot of empty gift boxes and Christmas decorations down there. No luck.
Finally, I decided I’d try the attic, which runs the full length of the house. It has an absolutely humongous amount of space in which to hide small boxes. I started by looking on wide shelves on which we put the most miscellaneous of miscellaneous stuff and junk.
That’s when I noticed one should never save decorative corn cobs to use the following Thanksgiving. There’s a good chance mice or their larger cousins will find them first and leave a mess you don’t want to have to clean up.
However, next to the mess luck finally kicked in. There was the box with the DATs!
Assuming they are still in good condition, soon I can offer you new imagery exercise downloads. This has made my week!
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons
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