Career Trajectories of the middle aged men and women.

Not everyone is blessed to follow the career of their dreams. It has been observed through numerous instances that people ought to adopt the career that satisfies their urgent monetary needs and carry on with it till they approach a saturation point. At times they are unable to cope with the changing times and lag behind their counterparts. Here we come across their suppressed dreams and reluctance to change with time as one of the important barriers to be economically successful.

Women on the other hand, especially the ones employed with the private sector low paying jobs find it very difficult both mentally and economically to grow and also to take the risk of venturing into another job. While women who are employed in the government sector are economically stable but reach a plateau stage in their career. Similarly middle aged men too are burdened with a growing sense of remorse for not gaining enough economic and mental stability.

The most crucial requirement is to control the wandering negative thought process. Go back in the past and bring back your dreams . Start nourishing them parallel to your present. Give time to yourself , plan your goals, work on it and then start materialising it. Take help of your spouse ,kids or closet friends to expand your horizon. At the same time keep the tab of the present and learn some new skills which will help you achieve your past dreams. Keep yourself busy and develop the habit of writing a diary.

Think positive , exercise and stay healthy.

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