So my plan to think of puppies whenever I'm tempted to think negatively about someone, something, or myself, has been a great success.
Amazing what happens when you refuse to wallow in resentment, fear, regret or anxiety. More love, more acceptance, more whatever will be will be. And all the bright and shiny things in the world come and stand on your metaphorical/metaphysical doorstep. Because now there's room.
I would catch myself thinking of the "wrongs that had been done to me" or the wrongs I'd done someone else. Wrongs long talked to death but apparently not quite dead.
Well, not until now. Death by puppy.