you ever just feel that cold pit in your stomach — the one that tells you you’re about to absolutely BOMB something you’ve put your whole damn soul into like you’ve been hustling all week for this neighborhood revitalization project dreaming big about community gardens and shared spaces but deep down you just know on saturday morning NO ONE is going to show up and then what then you’re just some loudmouth with a clipboard and a bunch of empty promises and no one will ever take you seriously again what if all this gig work and late nights and no real stability just means you’re not built for making a real difference you know that feeling that sinking dread when you realize you might just be a total fraud— and it’s all your fault—