Josh, my 3 year old, hates crusts. He will always ask to “take the skin off” and who can blame him. Bread “skin” served it’s purpose during the cooking process. It has no place at eating time. It should be stuffed in a chicken, or forming a pudding by that point.

It doesn’t mean Josh get’s away with skin free sandwiches though. I had to endure 37 years of it and by gosh, he will to. If I succumbed to his crust free requests? Well that’s just bad parenting.

It is character building, and he too can grow up to provide chest hair blankets to the homeless. Just another another thing I am doing to make the world a better place.

The thing is, until recently, I still ate my peanut butter sandwiches with the “skin” on. 37 years of conditioning had me forgoing control over my culinary future.

I was conditioned out of knowing I had a choice to choose.

Entrepreneurship is the same. You are your own boss. You are the CEO, employee, cleaner, accountant and therapist of everything in your business . You don’t have to answer to anyone but your bank balance and the divorce lawyers.

As they say in France, you are ‘da man’.

If you don’t want to eat your business crusts, you don’t have to. No one will know, no one will care except you.

If you want to live a crust free life and have a madi-gras smooth chest. It is you who will carried the burden of chest hair envy.

Forget to run your latest App through it’s unit tests? Your fault.

Didn’t submit your tax records and forgot to keep the receipt for that $10,000 printer? Your fault.

Hired too many people too quickly and now have to let them go? Your fault.

Miss a multi-million dollar investment due to squabbling over 1%? Your fault.

Give up too early on on the next big thing? Your fault.

Watching a YouTube video of a dog twerking? My fault.

Skip your crusts if you want to. Make a million dollars if you want to. Lose the lot if you want to. Replay the dog twerking video, over and over ….. and over again if you want to.

Crust or no crust? In or out of the game?

In the end it doesn’t matter which one, just revel in the power of the choice.

I’m off to Bust my Krust:

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