On Friday, I did something I rarely do. I totally unplugged from the news.

For a longtime journalist, that admission doesn’t come easily. Truth is, my profession is my passion. And vice versa.

What I do for a living is so much a part of me that there are times when I find Me indistinguishable from It.

Checking the news first thing in the morning is as much a part of my a.m. routine as a first (and second) cup of coffee.

And it’s the same thing at night after my work day has ended. Except then, I’ll try to wash down what’s happened with a glass of wine instead of caffeine.

But lately, it seems like almost every time I’ve turned on or tuned in, I feel my stress levels begin to rise. My S-T pals joke that’s not surprising given that I have arguably the most depressing Twitter feed in the newsroom. It’s a continuous update of The Worst Things In The World.

Honestly, I do try to follow happy people and retweet cute puppies and kittens and uplifting sentiments. But it seems like they’ve been fewer and farther between of late. To the point where they’ve been almost non-existent for the last two weeks or so.

Let’s be honest. No matter what side you come down on in the current political climate, it’s a time of high emotions. Very high emotions. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’re lucky. Or you haven’t paid attention to the news.

On Friday, I decided I’d been paying too much attention. I was jumpy, my stomach was unsettled and a headache was brewing. As I reached for the remote to click on the television, it dawned on me what was at the root of what ailed me: The News.

And so, I unplugged. I read a magazine instead of a newspaper. I watched a replay of the Patriots game from Thursday night, knowing full well they’d won. I took Kandee for an extra long walk and when we came back inside, I gave her an extra long belly rub.

I had one cup of coffee instead of two.

Later, heading into the office, I did some deep breathing exercises. I also deliberately played music on the radio for the full course of my 10-minute ride. By the time I got to The S-T, I was reasonably chill. Or at least what passes for it these days.

But my respite was over. I knew what I had to do. Dutifully rebooting my journalism button, I dove into my work.

Yet even as I sorted through the latest headlines, I made a much-needed note to myself — a note reminding me that in looking away, I hadn’t missed anything. More importantly, I reminded me that it’s OK to take a break.

Because sometimes, on some days, no news really is good news.