When I was a little girl, my grandmother – a retired
elementary education teacher – taught me about flowers. She raised an entire
garden of nothing but zinnias -- pinks, purples, yellows, reds, and oranges everywhere
you looked. Her hollyhocks were also
beautiful, decorating a long fence row leading from her home to the out
buildings. Her lilac and peony bushes remain some of my all-time favorites.
Not far from her house was an iris patch that my grandmother referred to as yellow flags. Years ago, I dug some and brought them back to serve as a constant reminder of someone who had so richly influenced my life. In late August 2011, I noticed that the iris in our backyard was nowhere to be found. I was distraught and spent a lot of time digging around in the dirt to see if I could find any remnants or any sign of growth. I did. One little tuber had survived the sizzling summer heat.
I planted the tuber in front of our home. A few weeks ago as the snow was melting, I started looking for any sign of Iris. Removing leaves and twigs, there she was -- the first sign of spring and life of all things green. Iris is now about four inches tall and I am very excited. Each day as I go to work, I notice her and how she continues to flourish.
I am eager and I am anxious to see if Iris will produce a bloom. I have high hopes. I keep thinking good thoughts. I keep saying nice things to her – no doubt , she hears me. Reality is, I have no idea if Iris will bloom or not – only time will tell.
Much like looking for a new job.
Only time will tell if all of your hard work pays off.
Only time will tell if your network works.
Only time will tell if that new résumé does the trick.
Only time will tell if the interview yields an offer.
Only time will tell if your commitment to job search produces a good fit.
In the interim, I will keep a vigilant eye on Iris to detect any new growth and development. And my hope is that you will do the same for your job search.