“I have reached my final form: skydiving aunty.
I am a middle-aged woman who happens to skydive instead of gardening, riding a motorcycle or one shot D&D campaigns.
(I just assume these are things middle-aged women do; please don’t quote me.)
How to explain any of this to a stranger who is primed to misunderstand? Oh, I don’t. And when my friends unhelpfully announce to random people, “Did you know she skydives?” I glare at them or look at the floor. This is an exhausting conversation to have with someone who has already made up their mind about what skydivers are like: fiscally irresponsible; reckless; adrenaline junkies who don’t live in the real world.
At least, my friends who have their own weird hobbies, like alpine climbing and surfing rapids, need no explanation. But I’ve started to say the following to everyone else:
No, I don’t do it for the adrenaline. I’m a skydiving aunty; I still jump after 12 years because I like snacks, being outdoors and seeing the same faces each week.”
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Skydiving aunty
@skynoire shares complicated feelings about the sport. Do adventure sports have to be about chasing adrenaline or even skill progression? Is it possible to embrace playing outdoors, touching grass and spending time with friends?
🗒️ What outdoor activity would you try in exchange for snacks and good company?