Tigers are graceful creatures, powerful hunters, and beautiful. Top of the food chain. Who wouldn’t want to be that? Unfortunately I am more like a tiger in a tornado; no one is graceful when they are spinning around at 100 mph, dodging debris and scrambling to find something to hold onto. That’s how I feel most days, like a tiger in a tornado, hurling along with no direction or control, random things flying at my head, scrambling to find a place to catch my breath. My tornado is made up of hobbies, children, and life in general. Some days I find the eye of the tornado, but most days I’m just along for the ride and all I can do is growl and flail.