ABSTRACT
I found something very special in the methodology of autoethnography. It helped me define myself, and lose myself, and find myself again. I loved what writing did to me and for me. There were times when I couldn’t stop writing and the research felt fun and inspired. I hoped my words would have a similarly inspirational impact on those who might read them. There were other times, of course, where flow became grind and wonder turned to doubt. At these times, the whole thing felt dispiritingly disparate and formless.
