Every teacher who ever made you play it “one more time” is somewhere inside your best performance.

Nothing you can do well is entirely your own. A passage holds together under pressure because somebody once made you repeat it after you were already bored, and that repetition now sits underneath your hands where you cannot see it. At the time you experienced it as irritation. It shows up later as the part that does not fall apart.

Worth remembering twice: once when you want to stop early today, and once if you ever end up being the person asking for one more. If any of them are still reachable, tell them which bit of your playing came from them. They mostly never find out.