Everyone has that one excuse for ignoring their messages. Yours is a forest. I Am Busy Chopping Trees hands you an axe, a quiet valley and nothing urgent to do except swing.
Walk up to a pine, line up the blade and keep at it until the notch opens wide and the trunk gives way. Pine, birch, whatever is standing in front of you: if it has bark, it's a job, and every job ends with a crash and a pile of fresh logs at your feet.
Stack the logs onto your rail cart, roll down the tracks past the cliffs and the bushes, and honk the horn just because you can. At the sawmill the saw turns raw timber into cash, and the cash goes straight back into growing your little logging business, one shift at a time.
A good lumberjack also gives back. Switch to planting mode, put new trees in the ground and let the valley fill up again for the next round. Between shifts there's a log cabin, a water cooler and a view of the mountains that makes it very hard to remember what you were supposed to be doing instead.
The rest of the world can wait. You're busy.
