If I were *normal* I would have said 6 months to decompress and re-focus, but alas, I didn't get a normal FIRE. It turns out (in hindsight), that 2 weeks into my FIRE, my husband began an affair. What was supposed to be the most partylicious summer of my life became one filled with a deep sense of rejection and pain. He had me believing I was just paranoid or traumatized by retiring or having some type of midlife crisis (a emotional crime far worse than cheating, fyi).
Now 7 months later, I am still recovering from that emotional hurricane. Not every FIRE goes down as planned. Fortunately, I have always fended for myself financially, so despite the uncertainty of my life,
FIRE is still a beautiful thing! Count your blessings, and always plan for Plan B.