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Where The Mind Overtakes.
Welcome to my digital brainspace. I’m Philora and this is where thoughts turn into words—sometimes polished, sometimes impulsive, always real. I blog about whatever’s rattling around in my mind, from the oddly profound to the profoundly odd. No niche, no algorithm, no grand plan—just curiosity, honesty, and the thrill of expression.
If you're into unpredictable rambles, honest reflections, and the occasional gem tucked into a tangent, you’ll feel right at home.
Blog - Start Here.
First Post - 10/02/2025
Hey there
Thanks for stopping by. I’m Philora, and this blog is my open notebook, my digital brain-dump, my space to say what’s on my mind without overthinking it (well, maybe just a little).
There’s no single theme here—just thoughts, tangents, and tiny things that catch my attention. Some posts might be deep, others might be weird, and a few might not make sense until your second cup of tea. But that’s kind of the point.
I’m not here to be perfect. I’m here to be present. To write, reflect, and maybe connect with someone who reads a post and thinks, “Yeah, I’ve felt that too.”
So whether you’re here by accident or on purpose!!
welcome.
Let’s see where this goes.
The Art Of Overthinking.
Thinking Out Loud - 27/03/25
Some people meditate. I overthink.
I can turn a two-word text into a full-blown psychological thriller in my head. I’ve replayed conversations from three years ago like they’re Oscar-worthy dramas. And don’t even get me started on trying to pick a snack
existential crisis in aisle three.
But here’s the thing: overthinking isn’t always the villain. Sometimes it’s where the weirdest, most wonderful ideas are born. It’s where I find metaphors in coffee stains and life lessons in awkward silences.
So maybe I’m not broken. Maybe I’m just tuned in a little too loud. And maybe, just maybe, that’s where the
magic lives.
The Joy Of Saying Nothing Important.
Mental Detours - 19/04/25
Not every thought has to be profound. Not every post needs a purpose. Sometimes, I just want to write about the way my tea tasted weird this morning or how I spent 20 minutes wondering if pigeons ever get bored.
There’s freedom in that. In not needing to impress or inspire. In just showing up, typing whatever’s on my mind, and letting it be enough.
So here’s to the unimportant stuff. The little rambles. The mental doodles. The kind of writing that doesn’t try too hard but still feels good to let out.
Moments I Didn't Know I'd Miss.
Tiny Things - 21/05/25
It’s funny how the smallest things sneak up on you. The sound of a kettle boiling in the early morning. The way a certain streetlight flickers when you walk past it. The silence after a good conversation.
I didn’t think I’d miss those things. But here I am, remembering them like they were chapters in a book I forgot I loved.
We always talk about the big moments such as graduations, heartbreaks, milestones. But sometimes, it’s the quiet, ordinary stuff that leaves the deepest imprint.
So here’s to the unnoticed. The background noise. The little things that made life feel like life.
The Conversation I've Had In My Head.
Mental Mindness - 15/06/25
I’ve had full conversations in my head with people I haven’t spoken to in years. Some are arguments I never had the guts to start. Others are apologies I never got around to giving. A few are just me being clever in ways I never manage in real life.
It’s weird, right? How the mind builds these little scenes like a private theatre where I’m the writer, director, and star.
Sometimes I win the debate. Sometimes I walk away with the perfect comeback. And sometimes I just imagine what it would be like to say exactly what I mean, without the filter.
None of it’s real. But it still feels like something. Maybe that’s the point.
The Sound Of Nothing Happening.
Tiny Things - 23/06/25
There’s a moment in the day usually late, when the world quiets down, where nothing is happening. No pings, no plans, no pressure. Just stillness.
And weirdly, it’s loud.
You start to notice the hum of the fridge, the creak of the floorboards, the way your own thoughts echo when there’s no noise to drown them out. It’s not silence it’s the sound of everything you’ve been ignoring finally
getting a word in.
I used to fill that space with distractions. Now, I try to sit in it. Let it say what it needs to. Sometimes it says
nothing. Sometimes it says everything.
The Beauty Of Stillness.
Quiet - 01/07/25
In a world that moves fast and demands more, I’ve been learning to find value in the quiet moments the ones that don’t shout for attention but whisper something deeper.
Stillness isn’t just the absence of noise. It’s a space where thoughts can breathe, where ideas can stretch out and settle. It’s where I reconnect with what matters, away from the scroll and the rush.
Lately, I’ve been noticing how much clarity comes when I stop trying to force it. When I let go of the need to be constantly productive, I make room for something more honest to emerge. A thought. A feeling. A truth I hadn’t seen before.
This post isn’t about a grand revelation. It’s about honoring the small, quiet truths that live in the spaces we often overlook.
So here’s to stillness. To pausing. To listening inward.
Maybe that’s where the real magic begins
The Thought That Wouldn't Leave.
Photographic Memory - 04/07/25
There’s always one.
A thought that shows up uninvited and overstays its welcome. It doesn’t knock. It just walks in, kicks off its shoes, and makes itself comfortable in the corner of my mind.
Sometimes it’s a memory. Sometimes it’s a question. Sometimes it’s just a feeling I can’t quite name.
I try to ignore it. Distract myself. Scroll, sip tea, rearrange the furniture in my head. But it lingers. Not loud, not urgent—just... there.
And maybe that’s okay.
Maybe some thoughts aren’t meant to be solved or silenced. Maybe they just want to be noticed. Sat with. Listened to like an old friend who doesn’t need advice, just presence.
So I let it stay. I let it speak. And eventually, it softens. Not gone, but gentler. Less of a weight, more of a whisper.
Not every thought needs fixing. Some just need a little space to breathe.