Today I took myself on a little accidental pilgrimage of self-care. I went to the New York Bridal Market, wandered by the water, and somehow ended up at the A-R-T-E Museum—an immersive art exhibit that turned into a soul bath. I used the waterfall room to cleanse my insecurities, the flower room to receive my flowers, and the sun room to recharge. Somewhere between walking 7 miles, coloring a phoenix, and meeting a kind stranger who offered to take my picture, I remembered that self-care isn’t always nails or naps—it’s saying yes to beauty when it finds you. I’m learning to give myself credit, ease up on pressure, and trust that quality takes time—like baking with better butter