Lee Naylor
Stories (67/0)
Find the sunshine
There's a gray day on the surface, we've all seen it once or twice. The moment we awake, we see the clouds looming down upon us. We are hurdled into what is wrong, each stress we think we have. The good goes out the window like the sun that wasn't there.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Motivation
Lets pretend
Lets play pretend, in the land of make believe where we once thought we were safe. Young and alive, and running free. The sun shining on our shoulders as we unknowingly watched our screens, one by one, go from black and white, with an antennae on top, to, fits in a pocket, and can do almost anything.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Longevity
Work Cycle
The sun was shining bright, the parking lot already beginning to fill. I work in a call center, helping customers with orders. When the door slams closed behind you every morning, you feel as though you've just entered a prison. They had you for at least eight hours.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Journal
Simple spaces
It was in that space, that little gap of nothing, between yesterday and tomorrow, where I finally found myself. My peace. The place that put the dreams together to show me the way. The place where there was no pain, no memories, no hate, anger, or loss. It was in that space where I could breathe.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Humans
Childhood memories
Growing up in the 70's was fantastic. The early years, I of course don't have very many memories but there are a few. My family lived with my Grandma in Sugar house, Utah. We lived on a tree lined street in a single family home. There were two bedrooms upstairs however one was being used as a den. The basement is where our family lived. My parents had the family room, and my older brother slept on cushions on the floor. I slept with my Grandma in her Room upstairs.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Families
Freedom
What does Freedom mean to you? To me it's the flag waving proudly next to my porch. My porch to the home where I bought a few years back. Freedom is working hard to get to a place, where my parents never got, no matter how many jobs they both worked. Freedom is showing pride in the work that we do, to get the things that we want.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Motivation