It’s been a busy month. So much and so little has happened that I’m a little overwhelmed on how to write it all out. Which is another reason why I’ve avoided writing. That and the fact that I have lost any and all interest in the things I once enjoyed.

The other night as I lay in bed, forcing my brain to shut the fuck up so I can sleep, it occurred to me that the things I once enjoyed doing (writing and performing) have gone away. Now I look at things like narrative arcs or turning myself into a character for the stage/screen with confusion and fear. I imagine that it’s just grief. Or, most likely, depression. In the past I used these things as outlets and now I could not even be bothered. I’d rather just sit. Looking at the TV or my phone has become my favorite past time. And I genuinely hate it.

The only way to get back to doing the things I love is to do them. It’s really quite simple. And if it turns out that I genuinely don’t enjoy these activities anymore, then so be it. Life is always changing. For the good and the bad.

This past weekend my whole family (my in-laws, brother hubs, and bf) all went to Vegas to celebrate my husband’s birthday. It’s the first one without him, since he came into my life. I wanted to mark it with something notable. When the BF was offered a comped suite at the Rio, we booked it for this weekend. All 8 of us filled the room for three days, and it was wonderful. On my husband’s actual birthday, we went to a drag brunch, my family got to experience Omega Mart at Meow Wolf, and then in the evening we ate an amazing dinner at a high dollar restaurant. If my husband had been there, I think he would have enjoyed it too. And maybe he did…

The first morning in Vegas my brother hubs and I got some very bizarre news. We are distantly related by blood. We both had suspicions when his aunt told us, during our first and only visit to her place in Texas, that there were some “Hensley’s” in their family tree. I was taken aback because my surname is very unique and if you encounter one in the wild, there is a 80% chance I am related to them. Every generation preceding me had 6-12 kids a each. Legitimately. I am one of the few branches to only have a single child.

When Ancestry had a special on the DNA kit I bought one for the brother-hubs because I HAD to know. Plus it would make for a serendipitous coincidence.

The only part I don’t quite understand is that when I search for him, nothing comes up. HOWEVER, when I search for his aunt our DNA matches are either: half third cousin 1x removed OR third cousins 2x removed. So, it stands to reason that since she shows up for him, in his matches, then he should for me. The only caveat is that his aunt’s father is different than his mother’s, however the Hensley name is from his maternal grandmother… Maybe it just hasn’t updated yet?

The one person I want to tell all of this to is my husband. I know he’d be excited about it, and probably make the same joke our friend Kyrus made “evidently I have a type. Hensleys.”