It happened in May of this year. All of a sudden, every time I turned on the news, something bad was happening. Now up until this moment, I did recognize that the news reported lots of "bad things" but I saw it as my duty to hear these "bad things" to A: avoid them and B: know what was happening in the world around me. And I really loved the news. I was a news junkie—CNN, MSNBC and occasionally, FOX were always on in my house. I was in the know. Friends would call me for the latest happenings. I would always know the latest, breaking news. Whether it was a drop in the stock market because of fears about Greece or the latest presidential approval numbers, I had the goods and was ready to deliver updates on demand. It was my personal claim to fame. But in May, the Gulf oil spill story was in full swing. Day after day, I watched thousands of barrels of oil seep out in the Gulf and nobody knew how to stop it. I watched environmentalist debate the long-term impact of the spill. I saw interviews with business owners and citizens of New Orleans who felt angry and helpless—fearing another tragedy would destroy their already fragile existence since Hurricane Katrina. I empathized with them. It made me so sad that I just had to stop watching for a while. Five months later, I am still news free. On the few occasions I've felt an itch, I turned to the internet to find out what was going on. Most surprising to myself, I don't really miss it. I've told my information seeking friends that I'm on hiatus and replaced my news watching with reading, gardening and spending more time with friends. Life is better when you are not aware of all the "bad things" that happen each day because “good things” happen too and more frequently. So for me, no news really has been good news.