What’s in a Name?
Once I knew that starting this business had to be the next step for me, I began pondering the name. I didn’t worry about how or what or why, I started with the basic: what will I call it?
There were moments when I thought I should call this “Becky’s Business of Gettin Shit Stuff Done” or “Organizing Homes & Offices & Other Things Like Closets or Parties."
It’s an important responsibility naming a thing. You want to get it right.
I thought about what it was like naming my kids. Many people have heard the story that my firstborn had an entirely different name in utero. But then, when he was born, his dad and I completely agreed the name we had chosen just didn’t fit. He did not look the part. The more we gazed adoringly at his tiny precious face, the more clear the decision became to swap his first and middle names.
My middle child, my eldest daughter, also had a different name before she was born. Largely because her older brother kept insisting on a name he thought was perfect. Eventually, we agreed. It was the better name.
I realized as I wrote down and scribbled out a variety of possible business names that I’m getting the rare chance to name one more thing: this business.
And it kinda feels like I’m birthing something, as well.
It eluded me - this whole name thing. Until I was walking through a friend’s garage and noticed a stack of bikes leaning one against the other… in a pile of metal and rubber, one bike upright with all the other ones leaning against it.
I thought: what a good thing it is to have something to lean on.
All my life, I’ve had friends, family, parents, faith I have been able to lean on.
We need more of that these days.
We need each other.
Whether you’re moving your adult child to a new city, downsizing to assisted living, or just tired of fighting the closet chaos - maybe you need someone you can lean on. Like a bike leans on it’s k i c k s t a n d, if you will.
That proverbial lightbulb lit up like a high wattage road construction spotlight … Kickstand Services. Lean on Us.
Hugs,
Becky