Thereโ€™s something about being on a paddleboard, surrounded by alpine peaks and glassy water, that naturally invites mindfulness. But as a DBT therapist, I find that outdoor adventures like this are also a beautiful opportunity to actively practice the skills I teach every dayโ€”skills that help us ride the emotional waves just as much as the literal ones.

This summer, I spent a day paddleboarding on a mountain lake, and it became a living, breathing lesson in Dialectical Behavior Therapy. Hereโ€™s how the DBT skills showed up, moment by moment, in this peaceful but powerful setting.


๐Ÿ. ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ: โ€œ๐Ž๐ง๐ž-๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒโ€ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐š๐ซ๐

From the moment I stepped onto the paddleboard, I knew I needed to focus all my attention. Paddleboarding demands presence: your feet feel the board shift beneath you, your eyes scan the water for changes, and your core stays engaged with every stroke.

This was the perfect moment to practice โ€œ๐Ž๐ง๐ž-๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ,โ€ one of the โ€œhowโ€ skills in DBT. No multitasking, no ruminating, no agendaโ€”just paddling. One stroke, one breath, one view at a time.

The mountains reminded me: when we slow down and notice, life becomes richer. I practiced โ€œ๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐žโ€ and โ€œ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐›๐ž,โ€ tuning in to the sound of water lapping, the reflection of clouds on the lake, the feeling of sunlight on my shoulders.


๐Ÿ. ๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐: ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž

Midway through the day, I found a quiet cove and let myself float, lying back on the board and watching the sky. It was here I connected deeply with ๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐โ€”that integrated space where emotion and reason meet.

Itโ€™s easy to get caught up in the noise of daily life, even as therapists. But in this moment, nature offered the space to listen inward. I asked myself: What do I need right now? What truth is arising without judgment? The answers werenโ€™t earth-shattering, but they were honest. And thatโ€™s enough.

๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ isnโ€™t about figuring everything outโ€”itโ€™s about showing up fully, and this stillness was a gateway.


๐Ÿ‘. ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐†๐จ๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ

Later, the wind picked up unexpectedly. The once-glassy lake turned choppy, and staying upright became a challenge. My arms were tired, and for a moment, panic crept in. What if I fall in? What if I canโ€™t paddle back?

Time for some ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž skills.

I started with ๐“๐ˆ๐ (Temperature, Intense exercise, Paced breathing, Progressive muscle relaxation). I splashed cold water on my face, paddled hard for a minute to channel the adrenaline, and then slowed my breath. It worked. My body calmed, my mind followed.

I also used ๐‘๐š๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐€๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž: The wind is here. Iโ€™m tired. This is hard. And itโ€™s okay. Fighting reality would only have made me more anxious. Accepting it gave me access to my strength.


๐Ÿ’. ๐„๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ 

Out on the lake, emotions rise and fall like waves. There were moments of joy, awe, frustration, and fatigue. Practicing ๐„๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง meant being able to namethese feelings without letting them take over.

At one point, I felt a deep sadness I hadnโ€™t expected. Maybe it was the spaciousness of the day allowing something to surface. Instead of pushing it away, I sat with it. I used ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐€๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง gentlyโ€”not to suppress, but to choose movement, gratitude, and self-compassion.

Sometimes regulating emotion isnโ€™t about making it go away. Itโ€™s about giving it space, then choosing a wise next step.


๐Ÿ“. ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐„๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ: ๐’๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐„๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Œ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ

Though I was alone on the water, ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐„๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ showed up in how I treated myself. I made intentional choices about boundaries: how far to paddle, when to rest, when to push myself.

By staying aligned with my values and limits, I honoured my ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ, which is just as crucial as navigating any external relationship.


๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ

As I paddled back toward shore, muscles aching and heart full, I reflected on how DBT isnโ€™t confined to the therapy room. It lives in moments like thisโ€”in nature, in movement, in challenge, in beauty.

Spending a day paddleboarding became more than just recreation. It was real-time practice in:

โ€ข Staying ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ

โ€ข Navigating ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ

โ€ข Regulating ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

โ€ข Honoring ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ

โ€ข Listening to ๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐

Whether you’re a therapist, a client, or just someone learning these skills, know this: every experience is an opportunity to practice. And sometimes, the best classroom is a lake in the mountains, a paddleboard beneath your feet, and the sky stretched wide above you.


๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐€๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: Next time you find yourself in natureโ€”or even just on a quiet walkโ€”try bringing one DBT skill with you. Let it become a practice, not just a concept. You might be surprised by what shows up