by George Sotiropoulos | Feb 17, 2025 | Business Value, Dependency on Owner, Scaling the Business
In Monty Python and the Holy Grail, there’s a scene where the Black Knight gets both arms chopped off but still insists he’s fine.“Just a flesh wound,” he says, standing there armless.Ridiculous, right? But I see business owners doing the same...
by George Sotiropoulos | Feb 12, 2025 | Business Value, Dependency on Owner
When I fly to Greece next week to prepare the funeral for my father will be the first day in 5 years I have not been with my daughters in the same house.5 years I have had the freedom to do the school runs, spend the afternoons with them, and watch them grow from...
by George Sotiropoulos | Feb 6, 2025 | Business Value, Dependency on Owner, Scaling the Business
David’s hands clenched into fists. “When I find out who’s been stealing from me, I swear—”Nathan cut him off. “The thief… is you.”David froze, then exploded. “Bullshit! You think I’m stealing from myself?!”Nathan didn’t flinch. “Yes. You’re having an affair,...
by George Sotiropoulos | Feb 5, 2025 | Business Value, Dependency on Owner, Scaling the Business
Nathan let the silence stretch until David finally snapped. “Fine! If it’s not Finance, then what about Sales?”Nathan smirked slightly. “How’s Sales holding up?”“We’re busting our asses. It’s like a revolving door. We bring in new customers fast, but...
by George Sotiropoulos | Jan 31, 2025 | Business Value, Dependency on Owner, Scaling the Business
I scrapped what I was going to write today to share this message from last night.Hey George,It’s late, but I had to send you this email because I’m buzzing from what I experienced at your Happy Hour session tonight.The four stages of delegation hit me hard. I realized...
by George Sotiropoulos | Jan 28, 2025 | Business Value, Dependency on Owner, Scaling the Business
This morning, after breakfast with my family, I came home alone. My wife and daughters had gone to the Ladies Club for a swim, leaving me to a very different welcome.As soon as I opened the door, our little white bichon-poodle—11 years old but still full of...
