<?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[Frame Your Business]]></title><description><![CDATA[Clarity tools and structure support for people shaping, starting, or sustaining independent work.]]></description><link>https://tuna-digitalstudio.wixsite.com/frame-your-business/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2026 18:59:52 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://tuna-digitalstudio.wixsite.com/frame-your-business/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Across The Mirror]]></title><description><![CDATA[He paused in front of the mirror, halfway through combing his hair. "Looking good, boy. She won't know what hit her." One more pass of the comb, a little more lift to the strand falling over his forehead. He stepped back and took himself in, head to toe. "If your mother could see you in a tie," he said, a grin spreading across his mouth. He held the tie up and studied it for a moment. "Ah, right, I need my tie pin too." He dug through the drawer, found the double chain pin swinging on its...]]></description><link>https://tuna-digitalstudio.wixsite.com/frame-your-business/post/across-the-mirror</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5f973ec461ce8c817c051e</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 18:30:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/536327_d4df565b83dd4305850a602e77d414d4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_974,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fatma Solakoğlu</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Elevator to You]]></title><description><![CDATA["It's a bit bigger than I expected." "Isn't it something." "I wouldn't say I'm dazzled yet, but I can say I'm a little lost. Which way are we going?" "This way, sir, right this way." The greeter tilted his head slightly, pressed his lips into something meant to be a smile, and gestured toward a large door. The chairman went ahead, the staff member trailing behind, through the door he'd pointed to. The chairman looked around, uncertain. "Where are the outpatient clinics?" "We set aside the top...]]></description><link>https://tuna-digitalstudio.wixsite.com/frame-your-business/post/the-elevator-to-you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5f995c3357dd2c74366c6a</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 18:29:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/536327_fa7ab954cb53473aa79342bc3353b7bc~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_977,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fatma Solakoğlu</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Made Her Stop Scrolling?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mary needed help. There was someone somewhere out there who could have helped her. But did she ever find the right person?]]></description><link>https://tuna-digitalstudio.wixsite.com/frame-your-business/post/not-everyone-sees-things-the-same-way</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5f8fb84fc11de983d120d5</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 15:33:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/536327_b3ace35cb9d248a09852e2dae946097f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_909,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Fatma Solakoğlu</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>