This post about my blog name and social media handle originally appeared on Arkansas Women Bloggers. I wrote the content as a contributor to their site at the time.


BIGPITTSTOP is my blog, its my social media handle and its a symbolic name for why I started. Today I share the story behind my blog name and how its inspired me to keep writing. #blogname #arkansasblogger

NAME โ€“ itโ€™s something youโ€™re born into, something youโ€™re given or in the case of social media, itโ€™s something you pick for yourself.

Sometimes it fits like a cozy sock, slipping on and fitting tight as a glove. Sometimes itโ€™s something you have to grow into like your dadโ€™s clumsy shoes when your little and stumbling around the house.

Sometimes its representative of a time in your life of even better an embarrassing moment you had.

Maybe itโ€™s my inner Youโ€™ve got Mail  Meg Ryan psyche, but as social media continues to grow and we all have to keep developing our โ€œhandlesโ€, Iโ€™m always curious what the letters and numbers that make up who we โ€œareโ€ to the world say about us. Of course, we all stay on heightened alert to not use any important numbers like our social security number, address or birthday (yes, those are all typical pin codesโ€ฆbe smart people!), but when you choose a number, Iโ€™m assuming it has to be something very important to you; and the letters even more significant.

BIGPITTSTOP โ€“ itโ€™s a name that chose me.

My sister has always been the athlete in the family. And, when I say โ€œtheโ€ athlete, Iโ€™m referring to the fact that only one existed. Iโ€™m clumsy and I donโ€™t like to sweat; itโ€™s a title she earned all on her own! Sheโ€™s never been one to be called her actual name and you can tell what part of life people know her from based on the name they call her. But, the one that stuck for the majority of her life was lil pitt. When she started her freshman year of high school, I started my senior year. So, being the younger, and opposite, version of me she had to have her own identity. So, lil pitt stuck and somehow big pittdeveloped.

While I never really โ€œwentโ€ by it, I kind a liked it because I knew to be big pittlil pitt had to be just around the cornerโ€ฆand Iโ€™m a BIG fan of lil pitt.

So, sometime later when I developed a landing page for my shutterfly photo account, I came up with my own combination โ€“ โ€œbig pittโ€ and โ€œpit stopโ€ and mashed them together. Seemed like a cheeky little play on words in an emerging โ€œpersonalizedโ€ website forum. Yes, Iโ€™m talking like 2004.

March of 2008 came and I found myself quickly needing to develop one of those โ€œblog thingsโ€ to communicate a series of information to a large and somewhat anonymous group of people. I wasnโ€™t interested in inundating my Facebook followers with the news of my recent cancer diagnosis, but I was also tired of sharing the same thing over and over. So, as I typed in โ€œblogspot.comโ€ for the first time, I felt the pressure of forming a creative name that might not just be representative of this โ€œtimeโ€ in my life but would be personal enough to be a space only I could use for a long time.

Drunk on the emotion of a tough diagnosis, I was stripped of creativity and normal thinking so I just went with something I already had created โ€“ bigpittstop. Made sense. Seemed short. So I hit submit and my blog world opened.

It wasnโ€™t until a week later, while I was having a conversation with a way more savvy communications friend that I realized an underscored play on words that had organically come about. Cancer (which weโ€™ll talk about next week) wasnโ€™t going to get meโ€ฆ it was just a pit stop.

Iโ€™m not sure what a pit stop is to you โ€“ might be a gas station, a scenic pull off, or a friendly visit along the way to somewhere else. If youโ€™re a NASCAR fan, you know a pit stop as a place where cars go to change tires, repair mechanics or sometimes even change drivers; all of which are necessary for optimum performance.

Wikipedia can give you way more strategic analogies than my life experience may have found. Weโ€™ve all be there. Weโ€™ve all gone through things that donโ€™t seem to make sense. Our mechanics may have needed repairing, the tread on our tires may be been a little worn and the standard crowbar may not have been enough to get our hubcaps replaced. But, after all, life is just a journey of pit stops that we are moving through to refuel for the next part of the drive!  Live your journey BIG!