Sending out queries feels like this when you start up the email.
And this when your done.
It's a full-spectrum emotional ride.
Famously, Stephen King had a nail on the wall where he put all of his rejections while trying to get published early on; he ran out of room on the nail. I don't have a nail, nor do I have paper copies of rejections (most things operating as they do on the onlines), but some days I consider printing them off.
No, not to ritualistically spike.
No, not to ritualistically burn.
Or paste sadly on a table-top.
No rituals. Just to put them in a folder. And then quietly forget forever.