No news, can it be good news?

I am in that middle zone of waiting, waiting. Interviews had, to be had, waiting to have. So much waiting is involved in seeking work. I love the sleeping in, the reading fun novels, the watching late movies, the mid-morning yoga but it all feels so aimless, like drifting leaves, waiting for the wind to send them along. I keep some structure, do some writing, read non-fiction among the novels, walk, do breath work, eat well, etc etc. But will I arrive out of shape, with only a novel outline and with a slight hangover to my first day at some imaginary office of the future? Likely. How is it I expect to adhere to schedules of grace and earnest self improvement when I am not capable of such model behavior with all the time god offers at my disposal. And the cruel irony that I have the time but not the money to travel - to visit Scotland, Budapest. Those are the top two on my list of next holidays.... What will happen is that I will get a job and then become bound within the two week vacation zone of American work experience. But even that will be ok because I realize that work is its own reward now in a way I didn't before. Work offers connection, community, opportunity and a sense of hope. Maybe it is the type of work I seek that I add the hope because while I am volunteering some of my time, it is through my work that I appreciate how important work is for a well functioning community. And I hope that when I do find my new place, my contribution will make a difference and I will feel validated for the patience and fortitude during my search. And this place will then begin to feel a bit like home.