<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Letters from Maria]]></title><description><![CDATA[Empowering Women Through Artful Living]]></description><link>https://lettersfrommaria1.wixsite.com/letters-from-maria/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2026 20:53:32 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://lettersfrommaria1.wixsite.com/letters-from-maria/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[I Turned Down a Permanent Government Job. Here Is Why I Have No Regrets.]]></title><description><![CDATA[On staying true to yourself when the outside world offers you something that looks like safety — but feels like a cage.   Let me tell you about the moment the universe asked me if I meant it. I had already made my decision. I had felt for a long time that a certain job — a certain version of my life — no longer fit me. The environment did not value what I brought. My potential had no room to move. I was waiting, almost impatiently, for my contract to end so I could finally step into something...]]></description><link>https://lettersfrommaria1.wixsite.com/letters-from-maria/post/i-turned-down-a-permanent-government-job-here-is-why-i-have-no-regrets</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3e8f47d3770ea960ea8e08</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2026 14:57:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea776b_347856e552e64f6d96df758e34e0e30c~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Maria</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why Every Woman Needs a Philosophy to Live By]]></title><description><![CDATA[Not a religion. Not a set of rules. A living framework — quietly built, deeply held.   I grew up in a place where belief was simply part of the landscape. South Tyrol — where the mountains are marked with wooden crucifixes and the church bells still count the hours. Faith was not something you chose here. It was something you inhabited, like the language and the altitude. I mentally moved away from religion for a while. Quietly, without drama, but at some point, I was an atheist. And in that...]]></description><link>https://lettersfrommaria1.wixsite.com/letters-from-maria/post/why-every-woman-needs-a-philosophy-to-live-by</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a19f379325ac88c49cf7183</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 20:15:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea776b_2690d637d8de4b84a6690c3cf97c87c4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_938,h_469,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Maria</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How I Learned to Stop Living Against My Cycle — And what changed when I finally stopped fighting my own body.]]></title><description><![CDATA[For years, I thought something was wrong with me. Not dramatically wrong. Not the kind of wrong that sends you to a specialist. Just a quiet, persistent sense that my body was unreliable. That I was unreliable. Some weeks I felt capable, clear, energised — and other weeks I could barely finish a workout, my skin looked different, I felt heavier, slower, more emotional. And I had no idea why. So I did what most of us do. I googled my symptoms. I wondered if I had some undiagnosed condition. I...]]></description><link>https://lettersfrommaria1.wixsite.com/letters-from-maria/post/how-i-learned-to-stop-living-against-my-cycleand-what-changed-when-i-finally-stopped-fighting-my-own</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a06ddfbe34fa474d464d0ed</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 12:50:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea776b_896f59e2271e466083e06004a60c64c3~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_938,h_469,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Maria</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why He Hasn't Proposed Yet - and it might have everything to do with you — not in the way you think]]></title><description><![CDATA[My fiancé proposed the moment I stopped pushing. Not the moment I gave him an ultimatum. Not the moment I dropped hints at every jewellery shop window. Not after I sent him the eighth article about 'signs he's ready to commit.' The moment I genuinely, truly let go — that is when he asked. I know that's not what you want to hear. I know you've been waiting. I know it feels like love should be enough. And it is — but love isn't the only thing at play here. This letter is honest. Some of it...]]></description><link>https://lettersfrommaria1.wixsite.com/letters-from-maria/post/unlocking-your-potential-women-s-personal-growth-strategies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e23455c4c584cedb07a7f6</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 13:23:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea776b_fc37d73201e1479fb488bdc8c84e4992~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_938,h_469,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Maria</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>