<?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[Alchymic Flow]]></title><description><![CDATA[Alchymic Flow]]></description><link>https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:42 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[When "Mom" is the Only Label I Have Left]]></title><description><![CDATA[For the past five years, I haven’t felt like a person. More so, like a utility. Pouring every ounce of my existence into "family," which is really just a nice way of saying I am the person who answers every cry, anticipates every need, and nourishes every wound, both mentally and physically. I am the leader with no support. I’m the one holding everyone’s hand, but I have not yet felt a hand in mine. No shoulder to cry on. No ear that actually hears what I’m saying. I’ve grown used to the...]]></description><link>https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/when-mom-is-the-only-label-i-have-left</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69727d05aa29322cefc956c9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 18:44:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4878b1_30778544bed74145af61427212d5ddf4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Miranda Myrie</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Alchemy of the Ego: Trading Inheritance for a Facade]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Ego’s Trap The ego is a master of disguise. It tells us it’s our ambition, but when left unchecked, it’s a parasite that feeds on our peace. I learned this the hard way by trading a life-changing inheritance for a collection of hollow trophies and a high-priced view of a life I couldn't actually afford. Growing up in Cayman, I lived in the in-between. I wasn't hungry, but I was constantly hungry for the life I saw just inches away. I went to school with kids whose families moved through...]]></description><link>https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/shed-the-ego-it-s-why-you-re-broke</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67b9c61fbb65c92eab095dc4</guid><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2025 12:42:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4878b1_b8061a99a1a9478dacae81271afd1cb8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Miranda Myrie</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why New Beginnings Feel So Uncomfortable (Even When We Want Them)]]></title><description><![CDATA[We are taught to fear failure. But no one tells you about the paralyzing terror of things actually going right. For most of my life, I was a master of the storm.  I knew the scent of a failing relationship before the first rain fell; I knew exactly how to brace myself for the impact of a repeating cycle. I stayed in jobs where the air was heavy and stagnant—no promotions, no growth, just a slow, familiar circling in the same water. It wasn't that I was happy. It was that I knew how to...]]></description><link>https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/why-new-beginnings-feel-so-uncomfortable-even-when-we-want-them</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67a64fdc3584de756383a681</guid><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 18:38:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_e370bd382cee4b27962a7df723ad9645~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Miranda Myrie</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Familiarity]]></title><description><![CDATA[Familiarity It offers security, But at the expense of time, And the cost of happiness. A soft prison, Where comfort becomes confinement,...]]></description><link>https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/familiarity</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67a651b673e84a6bd98ee100</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 18:32:44 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Miranda Myrie</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Loaded]]></title><description><![CDATA[There’s no difference between a hand gripping a loaded gun And a mouth holding back a tongue— Both possess the weight of power, Both can...]]></description><link>https://alchymicflow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/loaded</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6733ea7231756b3948dd147c</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2024 23:53:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Miranda Myrie</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>