You mean to enter just as you are and your own light strikes your eyes, wrenching the gesture off-line. The Sun, the fire of the center that begs to be seen, pulls crosswise against the threshold where you appear in your chart, and the grinding leaves a glare. Try to present yourself naturally and some of the ego cuts across, so you come out either too bright or too dimmed, never quite on the mark. From that grating a light of your own gets forged: you learn to ration the shine, to let the self cross the sill without scorching or hiding it. The presence is earned here by rubbing the pride against the frame until the flame finds its true measure.