When the beets churn red
The hypertension stays low
A woman’s graced age

The beat I know by heart is the sound of my own drum combined with treading rhythms of toddlers tapping on hardwood floors, and a teenager opening up a bag of chips for a late night snack.

Perhaps I’ve unlocked a new superpower?

I had no clue about the life of “the middle aged woman”. Some days when away from my reality, I enjoy taking walks inside of my mind. I’m usually either building underground cities, admiring future imaginaries, or watching myself plan to write something like this.

It’s the most recurring outer body experience, just like sipping on beet juice.

Detoxifying, weight managing, cognitive functioning, it’s a win. But most importantly, drinking beet juice is refreshing.

I’ve been revitalized, and can carry on throughout the rest of my day…