Success is not a path woven for you but that you weave for yourself.

 This poem resonates with me on a level that I didn't think it would. When I tell people I come from a family of Tech people,  I always get the question so you must be really good at coding? At a young age, I always heard my mother say "Technology is the world of tomorrow, and you need to get a jump start on it before everyone else to succeed". I never questioned that statement in my life till I realized that success is not a path woven for you but that you weave for yourself. I took every single coding class, and my summers were filled with different classes from coding to business analysis to cybersecurity to robotics, my mom was very adamant enough to make me feel like I had choices but it was always in the same category. The author states "My God, the old man can handle a spade. Just like his old man."(Digging, 15-16); My mom was not giving up the idea of my being in the same field as she was, I honestly did not question it until I realized it was not my passion. I would always feel the urge to try new things and find my passion, but technology was all I knew. I would stretch my hands toward different things but never stick to them, because of the fear of what my mom used to say being true. 

I envy the author when he states "But I've no spade to follow men like them. Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I'll dig with it." (Digging, 28-31) He has found his passion, I have no idea what my passion is or what the path to success I wish to weave for myself is, the closer I get to a certain part of my life this is a thought that has never left me.